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"MY   SHOES!"   CRIED    PASSEPARTOUT 

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THE    BEST    NOVELS    OF 
JULES  VERNE 

Tour  of  the  World  in 
Eighty  Days 

By  JULES  VERNE 

Author  of  "  Eight  Hundred  Leagues  on 
the  Amazon/'  '*  From  the  Earth  to  the 
Moon/'  **  Twenty  Thousand  Leagues 
Under  the  Sea/'  "The  Mysterious  Island" 

Cbttton 


P.  R  COLLIER  &  SON 


NEW  YORK 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 


CHAPTER  I. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEA8  FOGG  AND  PASSEPARTOUT  ACCEPT 
EACH  OTHER — THE  ONE  AS  MASTER,  THE  OTHER  A8 
SERVANT. 

IN  the  year  1872,  the  house  No.  7  Saville  Rowf 
Burlington  Gardens — the  house  in  which  Sheridan 
died,  in  1814 — was  inhabited  by  Phileas  Fogg,  Esq., 
one  of  the  most  singular  and  most  noticed  members 
of  the  Reform  Club  of  London,  although  he  seemed 
to  take  care  to  do  nothing  which  might  attract  at- 
tention. 

This  Phileas  Fogg,  then,  an  enigmatic  personage, 
of  whom  nothing  was  known  but  that  he  was  a  very 
polite  man,  and  one  of  the  most  perfect  gentlemen 
of  good  English  society,  succeeded  one  of  the  greatest 
orators  that  honor  England. 

An  Englishman  Phileas  Fogg  was  surely,  but 
perhaps  not  a  Londoner.  He  was  never  seen  on 
'Change,  at  the  bank,  or  in  any  of  the  counting- 
rooms  of  the  "  City."  The  docks  of  London  had 
never  received  a  vessel  fitted  out  by  Phileas  Fogg. 
This  gentleman  did  not  figure  in  any  public  body. 
His  name  had  never  sounded  in  any  Inns  of  Court, 


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nor  in  the  Temple,  nor  Lincoln's  Inn,  nor  Gray's  Inn. 
He  never  pleaded  in  the  Court  of  Chancery,  nor  the 
Queen's  Bench,  nor  the  Exchequer,  nor  the  Ecclesi- 
astical Courts.  He  was  neither  a  manufacturer, 
nor  a  trader,  nor  a  merchant,  nor  a  gentleman  farm- 
er. He  was  not  a  member  of  the  Royal  Institution 
of  Great  Britain,  or  the  London  Institution,  or  the 
Artisan's  Association,  or  the  Russell  Institution,  or 
the  Literary  Institution  of  the  West,  or  the  Law 
Institute,  or  that  Institute  of  the  Arts  and  Sciences, 
placed  under  the  direct  patronage  of  her  gracious 
majesty.  In  fact,  he  belonged  to  none  of  the 
numerous  societies  that  swarm  in  the  capital  of 
England,  from  the  Harmonic  to  the  Entomological 
Society,  founded  principally  for  the  purpose  of  de- 
stroying hurtful  insects. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  a  member  of  the  Reform  Club, 
and  that  was  all. 

Should  any  one  be  astonished  that  such  a  myste- 
rious gentleman  should  be  among  the  members  of 
this  honorable  institution,  we  will  reply  that  he 
obtained  admission  on  the  recommendation  of  Bar- 
ing Brothers,  with  whom  he  had  on  open  credit 
Thence  a  certain  appearance  due  to  his  checks 
being  regularly  paid  at  sight  by  the  debit  of  his  ac- 
count current,  which  was  always  to  his  credit 

Was  this  Phileas  Fogg  rich  ?  Undoubtedly.  But 
the 'best  informed  could  not  say  how  he  had  made 
his  money,  and  Mr.  Fogg  was  the  last  person  to 
Whom  it  would  have  been  proper  to  go  for  informa- 
tion. He  was  by  no  means  extravagant  in  anything, 


TO UR  OP  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.          3 

neither  was  he  avaricious,  for  when  money  was 
needed  for  a  noble,  useful,  or  benevolent  purpose,  he 
gave  it  quietly,  and  even  anonymously.  In  short, 
no  one  was  less  communicative  than  this  gentleman. 
He  talked  as  little  as  possible,  and  seemed  much 
more  mysterious  than  silent.  But  his  life  was  open 
to  the  light,  but  what  he  did  was  always  so  mathe- 
matically the  same  thing  that  the  imagination,  un- 
satisfied, sought  further. 

Had  he  traveled?  It  was  probable,  for  none 
knew  the  world  better  than  he;  there  was  no  spot 
so  secluded  that  he  did  not  appear  to  have  a  special 
acquaintance  with  it.  Sometimes,  in  a  few  brief, 
clear  words,  he  would  correct  the  thousand  supposi- 
tions circulating  in  the  club  with  reference  to 
travelers  lost  or  strayed ;  he  pointed  out  the  true 
probabilities,  and  so  often  did  events  justify  his 
predictions  that  he  seemed  as  if  gifted  with  a  sort 
of  second  sight.  He  was  a  man  who  must  have 
traveled  everywhere,  in  spirit  at  least. 

One  thing  was  certain,  that  for  many  years 
Phileas  Fogg  had  not  been  from  London.  Those 
who  had  the  honor  of  knowing  him  more  intimately 
than  others  affirmed  that  no  one  could  pretend  to 
have  seen  him  elsewhere  than  upon  this  direct  route, 
which  he  traversed  every  day  to  go  from  his  house 
to  the  club.  His  only  pastime  was  reading  the 
papers  and  playing  whist.  He  frequently  won  at 
this  quiet  game,  so  very  appropriate  to  his  nature ; 
but  his  winnings  never  went  into  his  purse,  and 
made  an  important  item  in  his  charity  fund.  Be- 


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sides,  it  must  be  remarked  that  Mr.  Fogg  evidently 
played  for  the  sake  of  playing,  not  to  win.  The 
game  was  for  him  a  contest,  a  struggle  against  a 
difficulty ;  but  a  motionless,  unwearying  struggle, 
and  that  suited  his  character. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  not  known  to  have  either  wife  or 
children — which  may  happen  to  the  most  respectable 
people — neither  relatives  nor  friends — which  is 
more  rare,  truly.  Phileas  Fogg  lived  alone  in  his 
house  in  Saville  Row,  where  nobody  entered. 
There  was  never  a  question  as  to  its  interior.  A 
single  servant  sufficed  to  serve  him.  Breakfasting 
and  dining  at  the  club,  at  hours  fixed  with  the  utmost 
exactness,  in  the  same  hall,  at ,  the  same  table,  not 
entertaining  his  colleagues  nor  inviting  a  stranger, 
he  returned  home  only  to  go  to  bed,  exactly  at  mid- 
night, without  ever  making  use  of  the  comfortable 
chambers  which  the  Reform  Club  puts  at  the  dis- 
posal of  its  favored  members.  Of  the  twenty-four 
hours  he  passed  +  en  at  his  residence,  either  sleeping 
or  busying  himself  at  his  toilet.  If  he  walked,  it 
was  invariably  with  a  regular  step  in  the  entrance 
hall  with  its  mosaic  floor,  or  in  the  circular  gallery, 
above  which  rose  a  dome  with  blue  painted  win- 
dows, supported  by  twenty  Ionic  columns  of  red 
porphyry.  If  he  dined  or  breakfasted,  the  kitchens, 
the  buttery,  the  pantry,  the  dairy  of  the  club  fur- 
nished his  table  with  succulent  stores  ;  the  waiters 
of  the  club,  grave  personages  in  dress-coats  and 
shoes  with  swan-skin  soles,  served  him  in  a  special 
porcelain  and  on  fine  Saxon  linen;  the  club  decan- 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  78.          5 

ters  of  a  lost  mold  contained  his  sherry,  his  port, 
and  his  claret,  flavored  with  orange-flower  water 
and  cinnamon;  and  finally  the  ice  of  the  club, 
brought  at  great  expense  from  the  American  lakes, 
kept  his  drinks  in  a  fresh  and  satisfactory  condition. 

If  to  live  in  such  conditions  is  to  be  eccentric,  it 
must  be  granted  that  eccentricity  has  something 
good  in  it ! 

The  mansion  on  Saville  Row,  without  being 
sumptuous,  recommended  itself  by  its  extreme  com- 
fort. Besides,  with  the  unvarying  habits  of  the 
occupants,  the  number  of  servants  was  reduced  to 
one.  But  Phileas  Fogg  demanded  from  his  only 
servant  an  extraordinary  ant"  regular  punctuality. 
This  very  day,  the  second  of  Oct  ber,  Phileas  Fogg 
had  dismissed  James  Footer — this  youth  having  in- 
curred his  displeasure  by" 'bringing  him  shaving 
water  at  eighty-four  degrees  Fahrenheit,  instead  of 
eighty-six— and  he  was  waiting  for  his  successor, 
who  was  to  make  his  appearance  between  eleven 
and  half-past  eleven. 

Phileas  Fogg,  squarely  seated  in  his  armchair, 
his  feet  close  together  like  those  of  a  soldier  on  pa- 
rade, his  hands  resting  on  his  knees,  his  body 
straight,  his  head  erect,  was  watching  the  hand  of 
the  clock  move — a  complicated  mechanism  which  in- 
dicated the  hours,  the  minutes,  the  seconds,  the 
days,  the  days  of  the  month,  and  the  year.  At  the 
stroke  of  half -past  eleven  Mr.  Fogg  would,  accord- 
ing to  his  daily  habit,  leave  his  house  and  repair  to 
the  Keform  Club. 


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At  this  moment  there  was  a  knock  at  the  door  of 
the  small  parlor  in  which  was  Phileas  Fogg. 

James  Forster,  the  dismissed  servant,  appeared. 
"  The  new  servant,"  said  he. 

A  young  man,  aged  thirty  years,  came  forward 
and  bowed. 

"  You  are  a  Frenchman,  and  your  name  is  John  ?" 
Phileas  Fogg  asked  him. 

"  Jean,  if  it  does  not  displease  monsieur,"  replied 
the  newcomer.  Jean  Passepartout,  a  surname 
which  has  clung  to  me  and  which  my  natural  apti- 
tude for  withdrawing  from  a  business  has  justified. 
I  believe,  sir,  that  I  am  an  honest  fellow ;  but  to  be 
frank,  I  have  had  several  trades.  I  have  been  a 
traveling  singer ;  a  circus  rider,  vaulting  like  Leo- 
tard, and  dancing  on  the  rope  like  Blondin ;  then  I 
became  professor  of  gymnastics,  in  order  to  render 
my  talents  more  useful  /and  in  the  last  place,  I  was 
a  sergeant  fireman  in  Paris.  I  have  among  my 
papers  notes  of  remarkable  fires.  But  five  years  have 
passed  since  I  left  France,  and  wishing  to  have  a 
taste  of  family  life,  I  have  been  a  valet  in  Eng- 
land. Now,  finding  myself  out  of  a  situation,  and 
having  learned  that  Monsieur  Phileas  Fogg  was  the 
most  exact  and  the  most  settled  gentleman  in  the 
United  Kingdom,  I  have  presented  myself  to  mon- 
sieur with  the  hope  of  living  tranquilly  with  him, 
and  of  forgetting  even  the  name  of  Passepartout." 

"  Passepartout  suits  me,"  replied  the  gentleman. 
"  You  are  recommended  to  me.  I  have  good  re- 
ports concerning  you.  You  know  my  conditions  ?" 


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u  Well,  wtat  Jtime  have  you?" 

"Twenty-two  minutes  after  eleven,"  replied 
Passepartout,  drawing  from  the  depths  of  his  pocket 
an  enormous  silver  watch. 

"  You  are  slow,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Pardon  me,  monsieur,  but  it  is  impossible." 

"Tou  are  four  minutes  too  slow.  It  does  not 
matter.  It  suffices  to  state  the  difference.  Then^ 
from,  this  moment,  twenty-nine  minutes  after  eleven 
o'clock,  A.  M.,  this  Wednesday,  October  2,  1872,  you 
are  in  mv  service." 

^  ^••^•••••^••••••••(^••^•••••t 

That  said,  Phileas  Fogg  rose,  took  his  hat  in  his 
left  hand,  placed  it  upon  his  head  with  an  automatic 
movement,  and  disappeared  without  another  word. 

Passepartout  heard  the  street  door  close  once  ;  it 
was  his  new  master  going  out  ;  then  a  second  time  ; 
it  was  his  predecessor,  James  Forster,  departing  in 
his  turn.  Passepartout  remained  alone  in  the  house 
in  Saville  Kow. 


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CHAPTER  II. 

IN   WHICH   PASSEPARTOUT    18   CONVINCED    THAT    HE  HAS 
FOUND    HIS    IDEAL. 

"  UPON  my  word,"  said  Passepartout  to  himself, 
first,  "  I  have  known  at  Madame  Tassaud's  good 
people  as  lively  as  my  new  master !" 

It  is  proper  to  say  here  that  Madame  Tassaud's 
"  good  people "  are  wax  figures,  much  visited  in 
London,  and  who,  indee'd,  are  only  wanting  in 
speech. 

During  the  few  minutes  that  he  had  interviewed 
Phileas  Fogg,  Passepartout  had  examined  his  future 
master,  rapidly  but  carefully.  He  was  a  man  that 
might  be  forty  years  old,  of  fine,  handsome  face,  of 
tall  figure,  which  a  slight  corpulence  did  not  dispar- 
age, his  hair  and  whiskers  light,  his  forehead  com- 
pact, without  appearance  of  wrinkles  at  the  temples, 
his  face  rather  pale  than  flushed,  his  teeth  magnifi- 
cent. He  appeared  to  possess  in  the  highest  degree 
what  physiognomists  call "  repose  in  action,"  a  qual- 
ity common  to  those  who  do  more  work  than  talking. 
Calm,  phlegmatic,  with  a  clear  eye  and  immovable 
eyelid,  he  was  the  finished  type  of  those  cool-blooded 
Englishmen  so  frequently  met  in  the  United  King- 
dom, and  whose  somewhat  academic  posture  Angel- 


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ica  Kauffmann  has  marvelously  reproduced  under 
her  pencil.  Seen  in  various  acts  of  his  existence, 
this  gentleman  gave  the  idea  of  a  well-balanced 
being  in  all  his  parts,  evenly  hung,  as  perfect  as  a 
Leroy  or  Earnshaw  chronometer.  Indeed,  Phileas 
Fogg  was  exactness  personified,  which  was  seen 
clearly  from  "  the  expression  of  his  feet  and  his 
hands,"  for  with  man,  as  well  as  with  the  animals, 
the  limbs  themselves  are  organs  expressive  of  the 
passions. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  one  of  those  mathematically 
exact  people,  who,  never  hurried  and  always  ready, 
are  economical  of  their  steps  and  their  motions. 
He  never  made  one  stride  too  many,  always  going 
by  the  shortest  route.  He  did  not  give  an  idle  look. 
He  did  not  allow  himself  a  superfluous  gesture.  He 
had  never  been  seen  moved  or  troubled.  He  was  a 
man  of  the  least  possible  haste,  but  he  always  arrived 
on  time.  However,  it  will  be  understood  that  he 
lived  alone,  and,  so  to  speak,  outside  of  every  social 
relation.  He  knew  that  in  life  one  must  take  his 
share  of  friction,  and  as  frictions  retard,  he  never 
rubbed  against  any  one. 

As  for  Jean,  called  Passepartout,  a  true  Parisian 
oi  Paris,  he  had  sought  vainly  fora  master  to  whom 
he  could  attach  himself,  in  the  five  years  that  he 
lived  in  England  and  served  as  a  valet  in  London. 
Passepartout  was  not  one  of  those  Frontins  or  Mas- 
carilles,  who,  with  high  shoulders,  nose  high  in  air, 
a  look  of  assurance,  and  staring  eye,  are  only  impu- 
dent dunces.  No.  Passepartout  was  a  good  fellow. 


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of  amiable  physiognomy,  his  lips  a  little  prominent, 
always  ready  to  taste  or  caress,  a  mild  and  service- 
able being,  with  one  of  those  good  round  heads  that 
We  like  to  see  on  the  shoulders  of  a  friend.  His  eyes 
Were  blue,  his  complexion  rosy,  his  face  fat  enough 
for  him  to  see  his  cheek  bones,  his  chest  broad,  his 
form  full,  his  muscles  vigorous,  and  he  possessed  a 
herculean  strength  which  his  youthful  exercise  had 
splendidly  developed.  His  brown  hair  was  some- 
what tumbled.  If  the  ancient  sculptors  knew 
eighteen  ways  of  arranging  Minerva's  hair,  Passe- 
partout knew  of  but  one  for  fixing  his  own:  three 
strokes  of  a  large  tooth  comb,  and  it  was  dressed. 

The  most  meager  jstock  of  prudence  would  not 
permit  of  saying  that  the  expansive  character  of 
this  young  man  would  agree  with  that  of  Phileas 
Fogg.  Would  Passepartout  be  in  all  respects  ex- 
actly the  servant  that  his  master  needed?  That 
would  only  be  seen  by  using  him.  After  having 
had,  as  we  have  seen,  quite  a  wandering  youth,  he 
longed  for  repose.  Having  heard  the  exactness  and 
proverbial  coolness  of  the  English  gentlemen  praised, 
he  came  to  seek  his  fortune  in  England.  But  until 
the  present,  fate  had  treated  him  badly.  He  had 
not  been  able  to  take  root  anywhere.  He  had  served 
in  ten  different  houses.  In  every  one  the  people 
were  capricious  and  irregular,  running  after  adven- 
tures or  about  the  country — which  no  longer  suited 
Passepartout.  His  last  master,  young  Lord  Longs- 
ferry,  member  of  Parliament,  after  having  passed 
his  nights  in  the  Haymarket  oyster-rooms,  returned 


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home  too  frequently  on  the  shoulders  of  policemen. 
Passepartout  wishing,  above  all  things,  to  be  able  to 
respect  his  master,  ventured  some  mild  remarks, 
which  were  badly  received,  and  he  quit.  In  the 
meantime,  he  learned  that  Phileas  Fogg,  Esq.,  was 
hunting  a  servant.  He  made  some  inquiry  about 
this  gentleman.  A  person  whose  existence  was  so 
regular,  who  never  slept  in  a  strange  bed,  who  did 
not  travel,  who  was  never  absent,  not  even  for  a 
day,  could  not  but  suit  him.  He  presented  himself, 
and  was  accepted  under  the  circumstances  that  we 
already  know. 

At  half-past  eleven  Passepartout  found  himself 
alone  in  the  Saville  Eow  mansion.  He  immediately 
commenced  its  inspection,  going  over  it  from  cellar 
to  garret..  This  clean,  well-ordered,  austere.  Puritan 
house,  well  organized  for  servants,  pleased  him.  It 
produced  the  effect  upon  him  of  a  fine  snail-shell, 
but  one  lighted  and  heated  by  gas,  for  carbureted 
hydrogen  answered  both  purposes  here.  Passepar- 
tout found  without  difficulty,  in  the  second  story, 
the  room  designed  for  him.  It  suited  him.  Elec- 
tric bells  and  speaking  tubes  put  it  in  communication 
with  the  lower  stories.  On  the  mantel  an  electric 
clock  corresponded  with  the  one  in  Phileas  Fogg's 
bedchamber,  both  beating  the  same  second  at  the 
same  instant.  "  That -suits  me,  that  suits  me  !"  said 
Passepartout. 

He  observed  also  in  his  room  a  notice  fastened 
above  the  clock.  It  was  the  programme  for  the  daily 
service.  It  comprised — from  eight  o'clock  in  the 


12          TOUR    OF  THE   WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS, 

morning,  the  regular  hour  at  which  Phileas  Fogg 
rose,  until  half -past  eleven,  the  hour  at  which  he  left 
his  house  to  breakfast  at  the  Keform  Club — all  the 
details  of  the  service,  the  tea  and  toast  at  twenty- 
three  minutes  after  eight,  the  shaving  water  at 
thirty-seven  minutes  after  nine,  the  toilet  at  twenty 
minutes  before  ten,  etc.  Then  from  half -past  eleven 
in  the  morning  until  midnight,  the  hour  at  which 
the  methodical  gentleman  retired — everything  was 
noted  down,  foreseen,  and  regulated.  Passepartout 
took  a  pleasure  in  contemplating  this  programme, 
and  impressing  upon  his  mind  its  various  direc- 
tions. 

As  to  the  gentleman's  wardrobe,  it  was  in  very 
good  taste  and  wonderfully  complete.  Each  pair  of 
[pantaloons,  coat,  or  vest  bore  a  regular  number, 
which  was  also  entered  upon  a  register  indicating 
the  date  at  which,  according  to  the  season,  these 
garments  were  to  be  worn  in  their  turn.  The  same 
rule  applied  to  his  shoes. 

In  short,  in  this  house  in  Saville  Row — which,  in 
the  time  of  the  illustrious  but  dissipated  Sheridan, 
must  have  been  the  temple  of  disorder — its  comfort- 
able furniture  indicated  a  delightful  ease.  There 
was  no  study,  there  were  no  books,  which  would 
have  been  of  no  use  to  Mr.  Fogg,  since  the  Reform 
Club  placed  at  his  disposal  two  libraries,  the  one 
devoted  to  literature,  the  other  to  law  and  politics. 
In  his  bedchamber  there  was  a  medium-sized  safe 
whose  construction  protected  it  from  fire  as  well  as 
from  burglars.  There  were  no  weapons  in  the 


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house,  neither  for  the  chase  nor  for  war.     Every- 
thing there  denoted  the  most  peaceful  habits. 

After  having  minutely  examined  the  dwelling, 
Passepartout  rubbed  his  hands,  his  broad  face  bright- 
ened, and  he  repeated  cheerfully  :  "  This  suits  me ! 
This  is  the  place  for  me !  Mr.  Fogg  and  I  will  un- 
derstand each  other  perfectly  !  A  home-body,  and 
so  methodical!  A  genuine  automaton  1  Well,  I 
am  not  sorry  to  serve  under  an  automaton !" 


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CHAPTEE  III. 

IN  WHICH   A   CONVERSATION    TAKES    PLACE   WHICH   MAY 
COST   PHILEAS    FOGG    DEAKLY. 

PHILEAS  FOGG  had  left  his  house  in  Savillo  Row 
at  half -past  eleven,  and  after  having  put  his  right 
foot  before  his  left  foot  five  hundred  and  seventy- 
five  times,  and  his  left  foot  before  his  right  foot  five 
hundred  and  seventy-six  times,  he  arrived  at  the 
Reform  Club,  a  spacious  and  lofty  building  in  Pall 
Mall,  which  cost  not  less  than  three  millions  to 
build. 

Phileas  Fogg  repaired  immediately  to  the  dining- 
room,  whose  nine  windows  opened  upon  a  fine  gar- 
den with  trees  already  gilded  by  autumn.  There, 
he  took  his  seat  at  his  regular  table  where  his  plate 
was  awaiting  him.  His  breakfast  consisted  of  a  side 
dish,  a  boiled  fish  with  Beading  sauce  of  first  qual- 
ity, a  scarlet  slice  of  roast  beef  garnished  with 
mushrooms,  a  rhubarb  and  gooseberry  tart,  and  a 
bit  of  Chester  cheese,  the  whole  washed  down  with 
a  few  cups  of  that  excellent  tea,  specially  gathered 
for  the  stores  of  the  Reform  Club. 

At  forty-seven  minutes  past  noon,  this  gentleman 
rose  and  turned  his  steps  toward  the  large  hall,  a 
sumptuous  apartment  adorned  with  paintings  in 


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elegant  frames.  There,  a  servant  handed  him  the 
Times  uncut,  the  tiresome  cutting  of  which  he  man- 
aged with  a  steadiness  of  hand  which  denoted  great 
practice  in  this  difficult  operation.  The  reading  of 
this  journal  occupied  Phileas  Fogg  until  a  quarter 
before  four,  and  that  of  the  Standard,  which  suc- 
ceeded it,  lasted  until  dinner.  This  repast  passed 
off  in  the  same  way  as  the  breakfast,  with  the 
addition  of  "Koyal  British  Sauce." 

At  twenty  minutes  before  six  the  gentleman  re- 
appeared in  the  large  hall,  and  was  absorbed  in  the 
reading  of -the  Morning  Chronicle. 

Half  an  hour  later  various  members  of  the  Reform 
Club  entered  and  came  near  the  fireplace,  in  which 
a  coal  fire  was  burning.  They  were  the  usual  part- 
ners of  Phileas  Fogg,  like  himself  passionate  players 
of  whist ;  the  engineer  Andrew  Stuart,  the  bankers 
John  Sullivan  and  Samuel  Fallentin,  the  brewer 
Thomas  Flanagan,  Gauthier  Ealph,  one  of  the 
directors  of  the  Bank  of  England — rich  and  respected 
personages,  even  in  this  club  counting  among  its 
members  the  elite  of  trade  and  finance. 

"Well,  Ralph,"  asked  Thomas  Flanagan,  "how 
about  that  robbery  ?" 

"  Why,"  replied  Andrew  Stuart,  "  the  bank  will 
lose  the  money." 

"  I  hope,  on  the  contrary,"  said  Gauthier  Ralph, 
"that  we  will  put  our  hands  on  the  robber.  De- 
tectives, very  skillful  fellows,  have  been  sent  to 
America  and  the  Continent,  to  all  the  principal 


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ports  of  embarkation  and  debarkation,  and  it  will 
be  difficult  for  this  fellow  to  escape." 

"  But  you  have  the  description  of  the  robber  ?" 
asked  Andrew  Stuart. 

"  In  the  first  place,  he  is  not  a  robber,"  replied 
Gauthier  Ralph  seriously. 

"  How,  he  is  not  a  robber,  this  fellow  who  has 
abstracted  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  in  banknotes  ?" 

"  No,"  replied  Gauthier  Ralph. 

"  Is  he  then  a  manufacturer  ?"  said  John  Sullivan. 

"  The  Mornmg  Chronicle  assures  us  that  he  is  a 
gentleman." 

The  party  that  made  this  reply  was  no  other  than 
Phileas  Fogg,  whose  head  then  emerged  from  the 
mass  of  papers  heaped  around  him.  At  the  same 
time  he  greeted  his  colleagues,  who  returned  his 
salutation.  The  matter  under  discussion,  and  which 
the  various  journals  of  the  United  Kingdom  were 
discussing  ardently,  had  occurred  three  days  before, 
on  the  29th  of  September.  A  package  of  bank- 
notes, making  the  enormous  sum  of  fifty-five  thou- 
sand pounds,  had  been  taken  from  the  counter  of 
the  principal  cashier  of  the  Bank  of  England.  The 
under-governor,  Gauthier  Ralph,  only  replied  to 
any  one  who  was  astonished  that  such  a  robbery 
could  have  been  so  easily  accomplished  that  at  this 
very  moment  the  cashier  was  occupied  with  regis- 
tering a  receipt  of  three  shillings  sixpence,  and 
that  he  could  not  have  his  eyes  everywhere. 

But  it  is  proper  to  be  remarked  here — which  makes 
the  robbery  less  mysterious — that  this  admirable 


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establishment,  the  Bank  of  England,  seems  to  care 
very  much  for  the  dignity  of  the  public.  There  are 
neither  guards  nor  gratings,  gold,  silver  and  bank- 
notes being  freely  exposed,  and,  so  to  speak,  at  the 
mercy  of  the  first-comer.  They  would  not  suspect 
the  honor  of  any  one  passing  by.  One  of  the  best 
observers  of  English  customs  relates  the  following : 
He  had  the  curiosity  to  examine  closely,  in  one  of  the 
rooms  of  the  bank,  where  he  was  one  day,  an  ingot  of 
gold  weighing  seven  or  eight  pounds,  which  was  lying 
exposed  on  the  cashier's  table;  he  picked  up  this 
ingot,  examined  it,  passed  it  to  his  neighbor,  and  he 
to  another,  so  that  the  ingot,  passing  from  hand  to 
hand,  went  as  far  as  the  end  of  a  dark  entry,  and 
did  not  return  to  its  place  for  half  an  hour,  and  the 
cashier  had  not  once  raised  his  head. 

But  on  the  29th  of  September  matters  did  not 
turn  out  quite  in  this  way.  The  package  of  bank- 
notes did  not  return,  and  when  the  magnificent 
clock,  hung  above  the  "  drawing  office,"  announced 
at  five  o'clock  the  closing  of  the  office,  the  Bank  of 
England  had  only  to  pass  fifty-five  thousand  pounds 
to  the  account  of  profit  and  loss. 

The  robbery  being  duly  known,  agents,  detectives, 
selected  from  the  most  skillful,  were  sent  to  the 
principal  ports,  Liverpool,  Glasgow,  Havre,  Suez, 
Brindisi,  New  York,  etc.,  with  the  promise,  in  case 
of  success,  of  a  reward  of  two  thousand  pounds  and 
five  per  cent,  of  the  amount  recovered.  While 
waiting  for  the  information  which  the  investigation, 
commenced  immediately,  ought  to  furnish,  the  de- 


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tectives  were  charged  with  watching  carefully  all 
arriving  and  departing  travelers. 

As  the  Morning  Chronicle  said,  there  was  good 
reason  for  supposing  that  the  robber  was  not  a 
a  member  of  any  of  the  robber  bands  of  England. 
During  this  day,  the  29th  of  September,  a  well- 
.dressed  gentleman,  of  good  manners,  of  a  dis- 
tinguished air,  had  been  noticed  going  in  and  out 
of  the  paying-room,  the  scene  of  the  robbery.  The 
investigation  allowed  a  pretty  accurate  description 
of  the  gentleman  to  be  made  out,  which  was  at 
once  sent  to  all  the  detectives  of  the  United  King- 
dom and  of  the  Continent.  Some  hopeful  minds, 
and  Gauthier  Ralph  was  one  of  the  number,  believed 
that  they  had  good  reason  to  expect  that  the  robber 
would  not  escape. 

As  may  be  supposed,  this  affair  was  the  talk  of 
all  London  and  throughout  England. 

It  was  discussed,  and  sides  were  taken  vehemently 
for  or  against  the  probabilities  of  success  of  the  city 
police.  It  will  not  be  surprising  then  to  hear  the 
members  of  the  Eeform  Club  treating  the  same  sub- 
ject, all  the  more  that  one  of  the  under  governors 
of  the  bank  was  among  them. 

Honorable  Gauthier  Ralph  was  not  willing  to 
doubt  the  result  of  the  search,  considering  that  the 
reward  offered  ought  to  sharpen  peculiarly  the  zeal 
and  intelligence  of  the  agents.  But  his  colleague, 
Andrew  Stuart,  was  far  from  sharing  this  confi- 
dence. The  discussion  continued  then  between  the 
gentlemen,  who  were  seated  at  a  whist  table, 


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Stuart  having  Flanagan  as  a  partner,  and  Fallentin 
Phileas  Fogg.  During  the  playing  the  parties  did 
not  speak,  but,  between  the  rubbers,  the  inter- 
rupted conversation  was  fully  revived. 

"  I  maintain,"  said  Andrew  Stuart,  "  that  the 
chances  are  in  favor  of  the  robber,  who  must  be  a 
skillful  fellow!" 

"  Well,"  replied  Ealph,  "  there  is  not  a  single 
country  where  he  can  take  refuge." 

"Pshaw!" 

"  Where  do  you  suppose  he  might  go  ?" 

"  I  don't  know  about  that,"  replied  Andrew 
Stuart,  "  but  after  all,  the  world  is  big  enough." 

"It  was  formerly J'  said  Phileas  Fogg,  in  a  low 
tone.  Then  he  added,  "  It  is  your  turn  to  cut,  sir," 
presenting  the  cards  to  Thomas  Flanagan. 

The  discussion  was  suspended  daring  the  rubber. 
But  Andrew  Stuart  soon  resumed  it,  saying : 

"  How,  formerly  ?  Has  the  world  grown  smaller 
perchance  ?" 

"Without  doubt,"  replied  Gauthier  Kalph,  "I 
am  of  the  opinion  of  Mr.  Fogg.  The  world  has 
grown  smaller  since^  we  can  go  round  it  now  ten 
times  quicker  than  one  hundred  years  ago.  And,  in 
the  case  with  which  we  are  now  occupied,  this  is 
what  will  render  the  search  more  rapid." 

"  And  will  render  more  easy  also  the  flight  of  the 
robber!" 

"  It  is  your  turn  to  play,  Mr.  Stuart !"  said 
Phileas  Fogg. 

But  the  incredulous  Stuart  was  not  convinced, 


20        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

and  when  the  hand  was  finished,  he  replied :  "  It 
must  be  confessed,  Mr.  Ealph,  that  you  have  found 
a  funny  way  of  saying  that  the  world  has  grown 
smaller !  Because  the  tour  of  it  is  now  made  in 
three  months " 

"  In  eighty  days  only,"  said  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  Yes,  gentlemen,"  added  John  Sullivan,  "  eighty 
days,  since  the  section  between  Eothal  and  Allaha- 
bad, on  the  Great  Indian  Peninsular  Kailway,  has 
been  opened.  Here  is  the  calculation  made  by  the 
Morning  Chronicle : 


"  From  London  to  Suez  via  Mont  Cenis  and  Brindisi, 

by  rail  and  steamers, 7  days. 

"     Suez  to  Bombay,  steamer, 13  " 

"     Bombay  to  Calcutta,  rail, 3  " 

"     Calcutta  to  Hong  Kong  (China)  steamer,    13  " 

"     Hong  Kong  to  Yokohama  (Japan)  steamer,    6  " 

"     Yokohama  to  San  Francisco,  steamer,    -     22  " 

"     San  Francisco  to  New  York,  rail,     •    -    -    7  " 

"     New  York  to  London,  steamer  and  rail,    -    9  " 

80  days." 

"  Yes,  eighty  days !"  exclaimed  Andrew  Stuart, 
who,  by  inattention,  made  a  wrong  deal,  "  but  not 
including  bad  weather,  contrary  winds,  shipwrecks, 
running  off  the  track,  etc." 

"  Everything  included,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  con- 
tinuing to  play,  for  this  time  the  discussion  no 
longer  respected  the  game. 

"  Even  if  the  Hindoos  or  the  Indians  tear  up  the 


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rails  !"  exclaimed  Andrew  Stuart,  "  if  they  stop  the 
trains,  plunder  the  cars,  and  scalp  the  passen- 
gers I" 

"  All  included,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  who,  throw- 
ing down  his  cards,  added,  "  two  trumps." 

Andrew  Stuart,  whose  turn  it  was  to  deal, 
gathered  up  the  cards,  saying  : 

"  Theoretically,  you  are  right,  Mr.  Fogg,  but 
practically— 

"  Practically  also,  Mr.  Stuart." 

"  I  would  like  very  much  to  see  you  do  it." 

"It  depends  only  upon  you.  Let  us  start  to- 
gether." 

"  Heaven  preserve  me  !"  exclaimed  Stuart,  "  but 
I  would  willingly  wager  four  thousand  pounds  that 
such  a  journey,  made  under  these  conditions,  is  im- 
possible." 

"  On  the  contrary,  quite  possible,"  replied  Mr. 


"Well,  make  it  then  j" 

"  The  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days  ?" 

«  Yes  !" 

"  I  am  willing." 

"When?" 

"  At  once.  Only  I  warn  you  that  I  shall  do  it  at 
your  expense." 

"  It  is  folly  !"  cried  Stuart,  who  was  beginning  to 
be  vexed  at  the  persistence  of  his  partner.  "  Stop  ! 
let  us  play  rather." 

"  Deal  again  then,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  for 
there  is  a  false  deal." 


2%        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

Andrew  Stuart  took  up  the  cards  again  with  a 
feverish  hand;  then  suddenly  placing  them  upon 
the  table,  he  said : 

"  Well,  Mr.  Fogg,  yes,  and  I  bet  four  thousand 
pounds !" 

"  My  dear  Stuart,"  said  Fallentin,  "  compose  your- 
self. It  is  not  serious." 

"  When  I  say—4 1  bet,' "  replied  Andrew  Stuart, 
"it  is  always  serious." 

"  So  be  it,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  and  then,  turning  to 
his  companions,  continued :  "  I  have  twenty  thou- 
sand pounds  deposited  at  Baring  Brothers.  I  will 
willingly  risk  them- — " 

"  Twenty  thousand  pounds  !"  cried  John  Sullivan. 
"  Twenty  thousand  pounds  which  an  unforeseen  de- 
lay may  make  you  lose !" 

"  The  unforeseen  does  not  exist,"  replied  Phileas 
Fogg  quietly. 

"  But,  Mr.  Fogg,  this  period  of  eighty  days  is 
calculated  only  as  a  minimum  of  time  ?" 

"  A  minimum  well  employed  suffices  for  every- 
thing." 

"  But  in  order  not  to  exceed  it,  you  must  jump 
mathematically  from  the  trains  into  the  steamers, 
and  from  the  steamers  upon  the  trains !" 

"  I  will  jump  mathematically." 

"  That  is  a  joke !" 

"  A  good  Englishman  never  jokes  when  so  serious 
a  matter  as  a  wager  is  in  question,"  replied  Phileas 
Fogg.  "  I  bet  twenty  thousand  pounds  against  who 
will  that  I  will  make  the  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty 


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days  or  less— that  is,  nineteen  hundred  and  twenty 
hours  or  one  hundred  and  fifteen  thousand  two 
hundred  minutes.  Do  you  accept  ?" 

"  We  accept,"  replied  Messrs.  Stuart,  Fallentin, 
Sullivan,  Flanagan  and  Kalph,  after  having  con- 
sulted. 

"  Very  well,"  said  Mr.  Fogg.  "  The  Dover  train 
starts  at  forty-five  minutes  past  eight.  I  shall  take 
passage  on  it." 

"  This  very  evening  ?"  asked  Stuart. 

"  This  very  evening,"  replied  Phileas  Fog.  Then 
he  added,  consulting  a  pocket  almanac,  "  Since  to- 
day is  Wednesday,  the  2d  of  October,  I  ought 
to  be  back  in  London,  in  this  very  saloon  of  the 
Reform  Club,  on  Saturday,  the  21st  of  De- 
cember, at  eight  forty-five  in  the  evening,  in  de- 
fault of  which  the  twenty  thousand  pounds  tat 
present  deposited  to  my  credit  with  Baring  Brothers 
will  belong  to  you,  gentlemen,  in  fact  and  by  right. 
Here  is  a  check  of  like  amount." 

A  memorandum  of  the  wager  was  made  and 
signed  on  the  spot  by  the  six  parties  in  interest. 
Phileas  Fogg  had  remained  cool.  He  had  certainly 
not  bet  to  win,  and  had  risked  only  these  twenty 
thousand  pounds — the  half  of  his  fortune — because 
he  foresaw  that  he  might  have  to  expend  the  other 
half  to  carry  out  this  difficult,  not  to  say  imprac- 
ticable, project.  As  for  his  opponents,  they  seemed 
affected,  not  on  account  of  the  stake,  but  because 
they  had  a  sort  of  scruple  against  a  contest  under 
these  conditions. 


24        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

Seven  o'clock  then  struck.  They  offered  to  Mr. 
Fogg  to  stop  playing,  so  that  he  could  make  his 
preparations  for  departure. 

"I  am  always  ready!"  replied  this  tranquil 
gentleman,  and  dealing  the  cards,  he  said, "  Diamonds 
are  trumps.  It  is  your  turn  to  play,  Mr.  Stuart." 


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CHAPTER  IY. 

IN  WHICH   PHILEAS   FOGG-   SURPRISES   PASSEPARTOUT,  HIS 
SERVANT,    BEYOND   MEASURE. 

AT  twenty-five  minutes  after  seven  Phileas  Fogg, 
having  gained  twenty  guineas  at  whist,  took  leave 
of  his  honorable  colleagues,  and  left  the  Reform 
Club.  At  ten  minutes  of  eight  he  opened  the  door 
of  his  house  and  entered. 

Passepartout,  who  had  conscientiously  studied  his 
programme,  was  quite  surprised  at  seeing  Mr.  Fogg 
guilty  of  the  inexactness  of  appearing  at  this  un- 
usual hour.  According  to  the  notice,  the  oc- 
cupant of  Saville  Row  ought  not  to  return  before 
midnight,  precisely. 

Phileas  Fogg  first  went  to  his  bedroom.  Then 
he  called  "  Passepartout !" 

Passepartout  could  not  reply,  for  this  call  could 
not  be  addressed  to  him,  as  it  was  not  the  hour. 

"  Passepartout,"  Mr.  Fogg  called  again,  without 
raising  his  voice  much. 

Passepartout  presented  himself. 

"  It  is  the  second  time  that  I  have  called  you," 
said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  But  it  is  not  midnight,"  replied  Passepartout^ 
with  his  watch  in  his  hand. 


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"  I  know  it,"  continued  Phileas  Fogg,  "  and  I  do 
not  find  fault  with  you.  We  leave  in  ten  minutes 
for  Dover  and  Calais." 

A  sort  of  faint  grimace  appeared  on  the  round 
face  of  the  Frenchman.  It  was  evident  that  he  had 
not  fully  understood. 

"  Monsieur  is  going  to  leave  home  ?"  he  asked. 

"Yes,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg.  "We  are  going 
to  make  the  tour  of  the  world." 

Passepartout,  with  his  eyes  wide  open,  his  eye- 
brows raised,  his  arms  extended,  and  his  body 
collapsed,  presented  all  the  symptoms  of  an  astonish- 
ment amounting  to  stupor. 

"  The  tour  of  the  world !"  he  murmured. 

"  In  eighty  days,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  , "  So  we  have 
not  a  moment  to  lose." 

"  But  the  trunks  ?"  said  Passepartout,  who  was 
unconsciously  swinging  his  head  from  right  to  left. 

"No  trunks  necessary.  Only  a  carpet-bag.  In 
it  two  woolen  shirts  and  three  pairs  of  stockings. 
The  same  for  you.  We  will  purchase  on  the  way. 
You  may  bring  down  my  mackintosh  and  traveling 
cloak,  also  stout  shoes,  although  we  will  walk  but 
little  or  not  at  all.  Go." 

Passepartout  would  have  liked  to  make  reply. 
He  could  not.  He  left  Mr.  Fogg's  room,  went  up 
to  his  own,  fell  back  into  a  chair,  and  making  use  of 
a  common  phrase  in  his  country,  he  said :  "  Well, 
well,  that's  pretty  tough.  I  who  wanted  to  remain 
quiet!" 

And  mechanically  he  made  his  preparations  for 


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departure.  The  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty 
days !  Was  he  doing  business  with  a  madman  ?  No. 
It  was  a  joke,  perhaps  ?  They  were  going  to  Dover. 
Good.  To  Calais,  let  it  be  so.  After  all,  it  could 
not  cross  the  grain  of  the  good  fellow  very  much, 
who  had  not  trod  the  soil  of  his  native  country  for 
five  years.  Perhaps  they  would  go  as  far  as  Paris, 
and,  indeed,  it  would  give  him  pleasure  to  see  the 
great  capital  again.  But,  surely,  a  gentleman  so 
careful  of  his  steps  would  stop  there.  Yes,  doubt- 
less ;  but  it  was  not  less  true  that  he  was  starting 
out,  that  he  was  leaving  home,  this  gentleman  who 
until  this  time  had  been  such  a  home-body  ! 

By  eight  o'clock  Passepartout  had  put  in  order 
the  modest  bag  which  contained  his  wardrobe  and 
that  of  his  master ;  then,  his  mind  still  disturbed, 
he  left  his  room^the  door  of  which  he  closed  care- 
fully, and  he  rejoined  Mr.  Fogg. 
.  Mr.  Fogg  was  ready.  He  carried  under  his  arm 
"Bradshaw's  Continental  Kail  way  Steam  Transit 
and  General  Guide,"  which  was  to  furnish  him  all 
the  necessary  directions  for  his  journey.  He  took 
the  bag  from  Passepartout's  hands,  opened  it,  and 
slipped  into  it  a  heavy  package  of  those  fine  bank- 
notes which  are  current  in  all  countries. 

"  You  have  forgotten  nothing  ?"  he  asked. 

"  Nothing,  monsieur." 

"  My  mackintosh  and  cloak  ?" 

"Here  they  are." 

"  Good,  take  this  bag,"  and  Mr.  Fogg  handed  it 
to  Passepartout.    "  And  take  good  care  of  it,"  he 


28        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

added,  "  there  are  twenty  thousand  pounds  in  it." 
The  bag  nearly  slipped  out  of  Passepartout's  hands, 
as  if  the  twenty  thousand  pounds  had  been  in  gold 
and  weighed  very  heavy. 

The  master  and  servant  then  descended  and  the 
street  door  was  double  locked.  At  the  end  of 
Saville  Kow  there  was  a  carriage-stand.  Phileas 
Fogg  and  his  servant  got  into  a  cab,  which  was 
rapidly  driven  toward  Charing  Cross  Station,  at 
which  one  of  the  branches  of  the  South-Eastern 
Kailway  touches.  At  twenty  minutes  after  eight 
the  cab  stopped  before  the  gate  of  the  station. 
Passepartout  jumped  out.  His  master  followed 
him  and  paid  the  driver.  At  this  moment  a  poor 
beggar  woman,  holding  a  child  in  her  arms,  her 
bare  feet  all  muddy,  her  head  covered  with  a 
wretched  bonnet  from  which  hung  a  tattered 
feather,  and  a  ragged  shawl  over  her  other  torn 
garments,  approached  Mr.  Fogg,  and  asked  him  for 
help. 

Mr.  Fogg  drew  from  his  pocket  the  twenty 
guineas  which  he  had  just  won  at  whist,  and  giving 
them  to  the  woman,  said :  "  Here,  my  good  woman, 
I'm  glad  to  Jhave  met  you."  Then  he  passed  on. 

Passepartout  had  something  like  a  sensation  of 
moisture  about  his  eyes.  His  master  had  made  an 
impression  upon  his  heart. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  he  went  immediately  into  the  large 
sitting-room  of  the  station.  There  Phileas  Fogg 
gave  Passepartout  the  order  to  get  two  first-class 
tickets  for  Paris.  Then  returning,  he  noticed  his 
five  colleagues  of  the  Keform  Club. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        29 

"  Gentlemen,  I'm  going,"  he  said,  "  and  the  vari- 
ous vises  put  upon  a  passport  which  I  take  for  that 
purpose  will  enable  you,,  on  my  return,  to  verify 
my  journey." 

"  Oh !  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  Gauthier  Kalph,  "  that 
is  useless.  We  will  depend  upon  your  honor  as  a 
gentleman !" 

"  It  is  better  so,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"You  do  not  forget  that  you  ought  to  be 
back ?"  remarked  Andrew  Stuart. 

"  In  eighty  days,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "  Saturday, 
December  21,  1872,  at  quarter  before  nine  P,  M. 
Au  revoir,  gentlemen." 

At  forty  minutes  after  eight  Phileas  Fogg  and 
his  servant  took  their  seats  in  the  same  compart- 
ment. At  eight  forty-five  the  whistle  sounded,  and 
the  train  started. 

The  night  was  dark.  A  fine  rain  was  falling. 
Phileas  Fogg,  leaning  back  in  his  corner,  did  not 
speak.  Passepartout,  still  stupefied,  mechanically 
hugged  up  the  bag  with  the  banknotes. 

But  the  train  had  not  passed  Sydenham,  when 
Passepartout  uttered  a  real  cry  of  despair ! 

"What  is  the  matter?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Why— in — in  my  haste— my  disturbed  state  of 
mind,  I  forgot " 

"  Forgot  what  ?" 

"  To  turn  off  the  gas  in  my  room." 

"Very  well,  young  man,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg 
coolly,  "  it  will  burn  at  your  expense..' ' 


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CHAPTEE  Y. 

IN   WHICH   A    NEW   SECURITY   APPEARS   ON   THE   LONDON 
EXCHANGE. 

PHILEAS  FOGG  in  leaving  London  doubtless  did 
not  suspect  the  great  excitement  which  his  departure 
was  going  to  create.  The  news  of  the  wager  spread 
first  in  the  Reform  Club,  and  produced  quite  a  stir 
among  the  members  of  that  honorable  circle.  Then 
from  the  club  it  went  into  the  papers  through  the 
medium  of  the  reporters,  and  from  the  papers  to  the 
public  of  London  and  the  entire  United  Kingdom. 
The  question  of  "  the  tour  of  the  world  "  was  com- 
mented upon,  discussed,  dissected,  with  as  much 
passion  and  warmth  as  if  it  were  a  new  Alabama 
affair.  Some  took  sides  with  Phileas  Fogg,  others 
— and  they  soon  formed  a  considerable  majority — 
declared  against  him.  To  accomplish  this  tour  of 
the  world,  otherwise  than  in  theory  and  upon  paper, 
in  this  minimum  of  time,  with  the  means  of  com- 
munication employed  at  present,  it  was  not  only 
impossible,  it  was  visionary.  The  Times,  the  Stand- 
ard, the  Evening  Star,  the  Morning  Chronicle*  and 
twenty  other  papers  of  large  circulation,  declared 
against  Mr.  Fogg.  The  Daily  Telegraph  alone  sus- 
tained him  to  a  certain  extent.  Phileas  Fogg  was 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        31 

generally  treated  as  a  maniac,  as  a  fool,  and  his 
colleagues  were  blamed  for  having  taken  up  his 
wager,  which  impeached  the  soundness  of  the 
mental  faculties  of  its  originator.  Extremely 
passionate,  but  very  logical,  articles  appeared  upon 
the  subject.  The  interest  felt  in  England  for  every- 
thing concerning  geography  is  well  known.  So 
there  was  not  a  reader,  to  whatever  class  he  be- 
longed, who  did  not  devour  the  columns  devoted  to 
Phileas  Fogg. 

During  the  first  few  days  a  few  bold  spirits, 
principally  ladies,  were  in  favor  of  him,  especially 
after  the  Illustrated  London  News  had  published 
his  picture,  copied  from  his  photograph  deposited 
in  the  archives  of  the  Keform  Club.  Certain  gentle- 
man dared  to  say,  "  Humph !  why  not,  after  all  ? 
More  extraordinary  things  have  been  seen !"  These 
were  particularly  the  readers  of  the  Daily  Telegraph. 
But  it  was  soon  felt  that  this  journal  commenced  to 
be  weaker  in  its  support. 

In  fact,  a  long  article  appeared  on  the  7th  of 
October,  in  the  Bulletin  of  the  Eoyal  Geographical 
Society.  It  treated  the  question  from  all  points  of 
view,  and  demonstrated  clearly  the  folly  of  the 
enterprise.  According  to  this  article,  everything 
was  against  the  traveler,  the  obstacles  of  man,  and 
the  obstacles  of  nature.  To  succeed  in  this  project, 
it  was  necessary  to  admit  a  miraculous  agreement 
of  the  hours  of  arrival  and  departure,  an  agreement 
which  did  not  exist,  and  which  could  not  exist.  The 
arrival  of  trains  at  a  fixed  hour  could  be  counted 


32        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

upon  strictly,  and  in  Europe,  where  relatively  short 
distances  are  in  question  ;  but  when  three  days  are 
employed  to  cross  India,  and  seven  days  to  cross  the 
United  States,  could  the  elements  of  such  a  problem 
be  established  to  a  nicety?  The  accident  to 
machinery,  running  of  trains  off  the  track,  collisions, 
bad  weather,  and  the  accumulation  of  snows,  were 
they  not  all  against  Phileas  Fogg  ?  "Would  he  not 
find  himself  in  winter  on  the  steamers  at  the  mercy 
of  the  winds  or  of  the  fogs  ?  Is  it  then  so  rare  that 
the  best  steamers  of  the  ocean  lines  experience  delays 
of  two  o^  three  days  ?  But  the  delay  was  sufficient 
to  break'  irreparably  the  chain  of  communication. 
If  Phileas  Fogg  missed  only  by  a  few  hours  the  de- 
parture of  a  steamer,  he  would  be  compelled  to  wait 
for  the  next  steamer,  and  in  this  way  his  journey 
would  be  irrevocably  compromised.  The  article 
made  a  great  sensation.  Nearly  all  the  papers  copied 
it,  and  the  stock  in  Phileas  Fogg  went  down  in  a 
marked  degree. 

During  the  first  few  days  which  followed  the  de-' 
parture  of  the  gentleman,  important  business  trans- 
actions had  been  made  on  the  strength  of  his  under- 
taking. The  world  of  bettors  in  England  is  a  more 
intelligent  and  elevated  world  than  than  that  of 
gamblers.  To  bet  is  according  to  the  English  tem- 
perament ;  so  that  not  only  the  various  members  of 
the  Reform  Club  made  heavy  bets  for  or  against 
Phileas  Fogg,  but  the  mass  of  the  public  entered 
into  the  movement.  Phileas  Fogg  was  entered  like 
a  race-horse  in  a  sort  of  stud  book.  A  bond  was 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        33 

issued  which  was  immediately  quoted  upon  the 
London  Exchange.  "  Phileas  Fogg  "  was  "  bid  "  or 
"  asked  "  firm  or  above  par,  and  enormous  transac- 
tions were  made.  But  five  days  after  his  departure, 
after  the  appearance  of  the  article  in  the  Bulletin 
of  the  Geographical  Society,  the  offerings  com- 
menced to  come  in  plentifully.  "Phileas  Fogg" 
declined.  It  was  offered  in  bundles.  Taken  first  at 
five,  then  at  ten,  it  was  finally  taken  only  at  twenty, 
at  fifty,  at  one  hundred ! 

Only  one  adherent  remained  steadfast  to  him. 
It  was  the  old  paralytic,  Lord  Albemarle.  This 
honorable  gentleman,  confined  to  his  armchair, 
would  have  given  his  fortune  to  be  able  to  make  the 
tour  of  the  world,  even  in  ten  years.  He  bet  five 
thousand  pounds  in  favor  of  Phileas  Fogg,  and  even 
when  the  folly  as  well  as  the  uselessness  of  the  pro- 
ject was  demonstrated  to  him,  he  contented  himself 
with  replying :  "  If  the  thing  is  feasible,  it  is  well 
that  an  Englishman  should  be  the  first  to  do  it !" 

The  adherents  of  Phileas  Fogg  became  fewer  and 
fewer;  everybody,  and  not  without  reason,  was 
putting  himself  against  him;  bets  were  taken  at 
one  hundred  and  fifty  and  two  hundred  against 
one,  when,  seven  days  after  his  departure,  an 
entirely  unexpected  incident  caused  them  not  to  be 
taken  at  all. 

At  nine  o'clock  in  the  evening  of  this  day,  the 
Commissioner  of  the  Metropolitan  Police  received  a 
telegraphic  dispatch  in  the  following  words : 


34        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

u  SUEZ  TO  LONDON. 
"KowAN,  Commissioner  of  Police,  Central   Office, 

Scotland  Square : 

"  I  have  the  bank  robber,  Phileas  Fogg.  Send 
without  delay  warrant  of  arrest  to  Bombay  (British 
India), 

"  Fix,  Detective." 

The  effect  of  this  dispatch  was  immediate.  The 
honorable  gentleman  disappeared  to  make  room  for 
the  banknote  robber.  His  photograph,  deposited 
at  the  Eeform  Club  with  those  of  his  colleagues, 
was  examined.  It  reproduced,  feature  by  feature, 
the  man  whose  description  had  been  furnished  by 
the  commission  of  inquiry.  They  recalled  how 
mysterious  Phileas  Fogg's  life  had  been,  his  isola- 
tion, his  sudden  departure ;  and  it  appeared  evident 
that  this  person,  under  the  pretext  of  a  journey 
round  the  world,  and  supporting  it  by  a  senseless 
bet,  had  had  no  other  aim  than  to  mislead  the 
agents  of  the  English  police. 


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CHAPTEK  YI. 

IN    WHICH    THE     AGENT,    FIX,    SHOWS    A    VEEY     PEOPEE 
IMPATIENCE. 

THESE  are  the  circumstances  under  which  the  dis- 
patch concerning  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg  had  been  sent. 

On  Wednesday,  the  9th  of  October,  there  was 
expected  at  Suez,  at  eleven  o'clock,  A.M.,  the  iron 
steamer  Mongolia,  of  the  Peninsular  and  Oriental 
Company,  sharp  built,  with  a  spar  deck,  of  two 
thousand  eight  hundred  tons  burden,  and  nominally 
of  five  hundred  horse  power.  The  Mongolia 
made  regular  trips  from  Brindisi  to  Bombay  by  the 
Suez  Canal.  It  was  one  of  the  fastest  sailers  of  the 
line,  and  had  always  exceeded  the  regular  rate  of 
speed,  that  is  ten  miles  an  hour  between  Brindisi 
and  Suez,  and  nine  and  fifty-three  hundredths  miles 
between  Suez  and  Bombay. 

While  waiting  for  the  arrival  of  the  Mongolia 
two  men  were  walking  up  and  down  the  wharf  in 
the  midst  of  the  crowd  of  natives  and  foreigners 
who  come  together  in  this  town,  no  longer  a  small 
one,  to  which  the  great  work  of  M.  Lesseps  assures  a 
great  future. 

One  of  these  men  was  the  consular  agent  of  the 
United  Kingdom,  settled  at  Suez,  who,  in  spite  of 


36        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

the  doleful  prognostications  of  the  British  govern- 
ment and  the  sinister  predictions  of  Stephenson,  the 
engineer,  saw  English  ships  passing  through  this 
canal  every  day,  thus  cutting  off  one-half  the  old 
route  from  England  to  the  East  Indies  around  the 
Cape  of  Good  Hope. 

The  other  was  a  small,  spare  manr  of  a  quite  in- 
telligent, nervous  face,  who  was  contracting  his 
eyebrows  with  remarkable  persistence.  Under  his 
long  eyelashes  there  shone  very  bright  eyes,  but 
whose  brilliancy  he  could  suppress  at  will.  At  this 
moment  he  showed  some  signs  of  impatience,  going, 
coming,  unable  to  remain  in  one  spot. 

The  name  of  this  man  was  Fix,  and  he  was  one 
of  the  detectives,  or  agents  of  the  English  police, 
that  had  been  sent  to  the  various  seaports  after  the 
robbery  committed  upon  the  Bank  of  England. 
This  Fix  was  to  watch,  with  the  greatest  care,  all 
travelers  taking  the  Suez  route,  and  if  one  of  them 
seemed  suspicious  to  him,  to  follow  him  up  while 
waiting  for  a  warrant  of  arrest.  Just  two  days 
before  Fix  had  received  from  the  Commissioner  of 
the  Metropolitan  Police  the  description  of  the  sup- 
posed robber.  It  was  that  of  the  distinguished  and 
well-dressed  gentleman  who  had  been  noticed  in  the 
paying-room  of  the  bank.  The  detective,  evidently 
much  excited  by  the  large  reward  promised  in  case 
of  success,  was  waiting  then,  with  an  impatience 
easy  to  understand,  the  arrival  of  the  Mongolia. 

"And  you  say,  consul,"  he  asked,  for  the  tenth 
time,  "  that  this  vessel  cannot  be  behind  time  ?" 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        37 

-'No,  Mr.  Fix,"  replied  the  consul.  "She  was 
signaled  yesterday  off  Port  Said,  and  the  one  hun- 
dred and  sixty  kilometers  of  the  canal  are  of  no 
moment  for  such  a  sailer.  I  repeat  to  you  that  the 
Mongolia  has  always  obtained  the  reward  of 
twenty-five  pounds  given  by  the  government  for 
every  gain  of  twenty-four  hours  over  the  regula- 
tion time ." 

"This  steamer  comes  directly  from  Brindisi?" 
asked  Fix. 

"  Directly  from  Brindisi,  where  it  took  on  the 
India  mail ;  from  Brindisi,  which  it  left  on  Satur- 
day, at  five  o'clock  p.  M.  So  have  patience ;  it  can- 
not be  behindhand  in  arriving.  But  really  I  do  not 
see  how,  with  the  description  you  have  received, 
you  could  recognize  your  man,  if  he  is  on  board  the 
Mongolia." 

"Consul,"  replied  Fix,  "we  feel  these  people 
rather  than  know  them.  You  must  have  a  scent 
for  them,  and  the  scent  is  like  a  special  sense  in 
which  are  united  hearing,  sight,  and  smell.  I  have 
in  my  life  arrested  more  than  one  of  these  gentle- 
men, and,  provided  that  my  robber  is  on  board,  I 
will  venture  that  he  will  not  slip  from  my  hands." 

"  I  hope  so,  Mr.  Fix,  for  it  is  a  very  heavy  rob- 
bery." 

"  A  magnificent  robbery,"  replied  the  enthusiastic 
detective.  "  Fifty-five  thousand  pounds !  We  don't 
often  have  such  windfalls !  The  robbers  are  becom- 
ing mean  fellows.  The  race  of  Jack  Sheppard  is 
dying  out !  They  are  hung  now  for  a  few  shillings." 


38        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

"  Mr.  Fix,"  replied  the  consul,  "  you  speak  in  such 
a  way  that  I  earnestly  wish  you  to  succeed  ;  but  I 
repeat  to  you  that,  from  the  circumstances  in  which 
you  find  yourself,  I  fear  that  it  will  be  difficult. 
Do  you  not  know  that,  according  to  the  description 
you  have  received,  this  robber  resembles  an  honest 
man  exactly  ?" 

"Consul,"  replied  the  detective  dogmatically, 
"  great  robbers  always  resemble  honest  people.  You 
understand  that  those  who  have  rogues'  faces  have 
but  one  course  to  take,  to  remain  honest,  otherwise 
they  would  be  arrested.  Honest  physiognomies  are 
the  very  ones  that  must  be  unmasked.  It  is  a  dif- 
ficult task,  I  admit ;  and  it  is  not  a  trade  so  much 
as  an  art." 

It  is  seen  that  the  aforesaid  Fix  was  not  wanting 
in  a  certain  amount  of  self-conceit. 

In  the  meantime  the  wharf  was  becoming  lively 
little  by  little.  Sailors  of  various  nationalities, 
merchants,  ship-brokers,  porters,  and  fellahs  were 
coming  together  in  large  numbers.  The  arrival  of 
the  steamer  was  evidently  near.  The  weather  was 
quite  fine,  but  the  atmosphere  was  cold  from  the 
east  wind.  A  few  minarets  towered  above  the 
town  in  the  pale  rays  of  the  sun.  Toward  the 
south,  a  jetty  of  about  two  thousand  yards  long  ex- 
tended like  an  arm  into  the  Suez  roadstead.  Several 
fishing  and  coasting  vessels  were  tossing  upon  the 
surface  of  the  Eed  Sea,  some  of  which  preserved  in 
their  style  the  elegant  shape  of  the  ancient  galley. 

Moving  among  this  crowd,  Fix,  from  the  habit  of 


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his  profession,  was  carefully  examining  the  passers- 
by  with  a  rapid  glance. 

It  was  then  half-past  ten. 

"  But  this  steamer  will  never  arrive !"  he  ex- 
claimed, on  hearing  the  port  clock  strike. 

"  She  cannot  be  far  off,"  replied  the  consul. 

"  How  long  will  she  stop  at  Suez  ?"  asked  Fix. 

"Four  hours.  Time  enough  to  take  in  coal. 
From  Suez  to  Aden,  at  the  other  end  of  the  Red 
Sea,  is  reckoned  thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles,  and 
it  is  necessary  to  lay  in  fuel." 

"  And  from  Suez  this  vessel  goes  directly  to  Bom- 
bay?" 

"  Directly,  without  breaking  bulk." 

"  Well,  then,"  said  Fix,  "  if  the  robber  has  taken 
this  route  ana  this  vessel,  it  must  be  in  his  plan  to 
disembark  at  Suez,  in  order  to  reach  by  another 
route  the  Dutch  or  French  possessions  of  Asia.  He 
must  know  very  well  that  he  would  not  be  safe  in 
India,  which  is  an  English  country." 

"  Unless  he  is  a  very  shrewd  man,"  replied  the 
consul.  "You  know  that  an  English  criminal  is 
is  always  better  concealed  in  London  than  he  would 
be  abroad." 

After  this  idea,  which  gave  the  detective  much 
food  for  reflection,  the  consul  returned  to  his  office, 
situated  at  a  short  distance.  The  detective  re- 
mained alone,  affected  by  a  certain  nervous  impa- 
tience, having  the  rather  singular  presentiment  that 
his  robber  was  to  be  found  aboard  the  Mongolia 
—and  truly,  if  this  rascal  had  left  England  with  the 


40        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YH. 

intention  of  reaching  the  New  "World,  the  East 
India  route,  being  watched  less,  or  more,  difficult 
to  watch  than  that  of  the  Atlantic,  ought  to  have 
had  his  preference. 

Fix  was  not  long  left  to  his  reflections.  Sharp 
whistles  announced  the  arrival  of  the  steamer.  The 
entire  horde  of  porters  and  fellahs  rushed  toward 
the  wharf  in  a  bustle,  somewhat  inconveniencing 
the  limbs  and  the  clothing  of  the  passengers.  A 
dozen  boats  put  off  from  the  shore  to  meet  the 
Mongolia.  Soon  was  seen  the  enormous  hull  of 
the  Mongolia  passing  between  the  shores  of  the 
canal,  and  eleven  o'clock  was  striking  when  the 
steamer  came  to  anchor  in  the  roadstead,  while  the 
escaping  of  the  steam  made  a  great  noise.  There 
was  quite  a  number  of  passengers  aboard.  Some 
remained  on  the  spar-deck,  contemplating  the  pic- 
turesque panorama  of  the  town ;  but  the  most  of 
them  came  ashore  in  the  boats  which  had  gone  to 
hail  the  Mongolia. 

Fix  was  examining  carefully  all  those  that  landed, 
when  one  of  them  approached  him,  after  having 
vigorously  pushed  back  the  fellahs  who  overwhelmed 
him  with  their  offers  of  service,  and  asked  him  very 
politely  if  he  could  show  him  the  office  of  the  Eng- 
lish consular  agent.  And  at  the.  same  time  this 
passenger  presented  a  passport  upon  which  he  doubt- 
less desired  to  have  the  British  vise.  Fix  instinct- 
ively took  the  passport,  and  at  a  glance  .read  the 
description  in  it.  An  involuntary  movement  almost 
escaped  him.  The  sheet  trembled  in  his  hand.  The 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.        41 

description  contained  in  the  passport  was  identical 
with  that  which  he  had  received  from  the  Com- 
missioner of  the  Metropolitan  Police. 

"  This  passport  is  not  yoursj"  he  said  to  the  pas- 
senger. 

"  No,"  replied  the  latter,  "  it  is  my  master's  pass- 
port." 

"  And  your  master  ?" 

"  Remained  on  board." 

"  But,"  continued  the  detective,  "  he  must  present 
himself  in  person  at  the  consul's  office  to  establish 
his  identity." 

"  What,  is  that  necessary  ?" 

"  Indispensable." 

"  And  where  is  the  office  ?" 

"  There  at  the  corner  of  the  square,"  replied  the 
detective  pointing  out  a  house  two  hundred  paces 
off. 

"  Then  I  must  go  for  my  master,  who  will  not  be 
pleased  to  have  his  plans  deranged  !" 

Thereupon,  the  passenger  bowed  to  Fix  and  re 
turned  aboard  the  steamer. 


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CHAPTER  VII. 

WHICH   SHOWS    ONCE   MOBE   THE    U8ELESSNESS    OF  PASS- 
PORTS  IN   POLICE   MATTERS. 

THE  detective  left  the  wharf  and  turned  quickly 
toward  the  consul's  office.  Immediately  upon  his 
pressing  demand  he  was  ushered  into  the  presence 
of  that  official. 

"  Consul,"  he  said,  without  any  other  preamble, 
"  I  have  strong  reason  for  believing  that  our  man 
has  taken  passage  aboard  the  Mongolia."  And  Fix 
related  what  had  passed  between  the  servant  and 
himself  with  reference  to  the  passport. 

"  Well,  Mr.  Fix,"  replied  the  consul,  "  I  would 
not  be  sorry  to  see  the  face  of  this  rogue.  But  per- 
haps he  will  not  present  himself  at  my  office  if  he  is 
what  you  suppose.  A  robber  does  not  like  to  leave 
behind  him  the  tracks  of  his  passage,  and  besides  the 
formality  of  passports  is  no  longer  obligatory." 

"  Consul,"  replied  the  detective,  "  if  he  is  a  shrewd 
man,  as  we  think,  he  will  come." 

"  To  have  his  passport  vised  f" 

"  Yes.  Passports  never  serve  but  to  incommode 
honest  people  and  to  aid  the  flight  of  rogues.  I 
warrant  you  that  his  will  be  all  regular,  but  I  hope 
certainly  that  you  will  not  vise  it." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        43 

"  And  why  not  ?  If  his  passport  is  regular  I  have 
no  right  to  refuse  my  vise." 

"  But,  consul,  I  must  retain  this  man  until  I  have 
received  from  London  a  warrant  of  arrest." 

"  Ah,  Mr.  Fix,  that  is  your  business,"  replied  the 
consul,  "  but  I — I  cannot " 

The  consul  did  not  finish  his  phrase.  At  this 
moment  there  was  a  knock  at  the  door  of  his  private 
office,  and  the  office-boy  brought  in  two  foreigners, 
one  of  whom  was  the  servant  who  had  been  talking 
with  the  detective.  They  were,  indeed,  the  master 
and  servant.  The  master  presented  his  passport, 
asking  the  consul  briefly  to  be  kind  enough  to  vise 
it.  The  latter  took  the  passport  and  read  it  care- 
fully, while  Fix,  in  one  corner  of  the  room,  was 
observing  or  rather  devouring  the  stranger  with  his 
eyes. 

"When  the  consul  had  finished  reading,  he  asked : 

"  You  are  Phileas  Fogg,  Esquire  ?" 

"  Yes,  sir,"  replied  the  gentleman. 

"  And  this  man  is  your  servant  ?" 

"  Yes,  a  Frenchman  named  Passepartout." 

"  You  come  from  London  ?" 

"Yes." 

"  And  you  are  going  ?" 

"  To  Bombay." 

"  Well,  sir,  you  know,  that  this  formality  of  the 
vise  is  useless,  and  that  we  no  longer  demand  the 
presentation  of  the  passport  ?" 

"  I  know  it,  sir,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  but  I 
wish  to  prove  by  your  vise  my  trip  to  Suez." 


44        TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

"  Very  well,  sir." 

And  the  consul  having  signed  and  dated  the  pass- 
port, affixed  his  seal,  Mr.  Fogg  settled  the  fee,  and 
having  bowed  coldly,  he  went  out,  followed  by  Ms 
servant. 

"  Well  ?"  asked  the  detective. 

"  Well,"  replied  the  consul,  "  he  has  the  appear- 
ance of  a  perfectly  honest  man  !" 

"Possibly,"  replied  Fix;  "but  that  is  not  the 
question  with  us.  Do  you  find,  consul,  that  this 
phlegmatic  gentleman  resembles,  feature  for  fea- 
ture, the  robber  whose  description  I  have  received  ?" 

"I  agree  with  you,  but  you  know  that  all  de- 
scriptions  ' ' 

"  I  shall  have  a  clear  conscience  about  it,"  replied 
Fix.  "  The  servant  appears  to  me  less  of  a  riddle 
than  the  master.  Moreover,  he  is  a  Frenchman, 
who  cannot  keep  from  talking.  I  will  see  you 
again,  consul." 

The  detective  then  went  out,  intent  upon  the 
search  for  Passepartout. 

In  the  meantime  Mr.  Fogg,  after  leaving  the 
consul's  house,  had  gone  toward  the  wharf.  There 
he  gave  some  orders  to  his  servant;  then  he  got 
into  a  boat,  returned  on  board  the  Mongolia,  and 
went  into  his  cabin.  He  took  out  his  memorandum 
book,  in  which  were  the  following  notes : 

"  Left  London,  Wednesday,  October  2,  8:45  p.  M. 

"  Arrived  at  Paris,  Thursday,  October  3,  7:20  A.  M. 

"  Left  Paris,  Thursday,  8:40  A.  M. 

"Arrived  at  Turin  via  Mont  Cenis,  Friday,  October 
4,  6:35  A.  M. 


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"  Left  Turin,  Friday,  7:20  A.  M. 

"  Arrived  at  Brindisi,  Saturday,  October  5,  4  p.  M, 

"  Set  sail  on  the  Mongolia,  Saturday,  5  p.  M. 

"  Arrived  at  Suez,  Wednesday,  October  9, 11  A.  M. 

"  Total  of  hours  consumed,  158  1-2 ;  or  in  days, 
6  1-2  days." 

Mr.  Fogg  wrote  down  these  dates  in  a  guide- 
book arranged  by  columns,  which  indicated,  from 
the  2d  of  October  to  the  21st  of  December — the 
month,  the  day  of  the  month,  the  day  of  the  week, 
the  stipulated  and  actual  arrivals  at  each  principal 
point,  Paris,  Brindisi,  Suez,  Bombay,  Calcutta, 
Singapore,  Hong  Kong,  Yokahama,  San  Francisco, 
New  York,  Liverpool,  London,  and  which  allowed 
him  to  figure  the  gain  made  or  the  loss  experienced 
at  each  place  on  the  route.  In  this  methodical 
book  he  thus  kept  an  account  of  everything,  and 
Mr.  Fogg  knew  always  whether  he  was  ahead  of 
time  or  behind. 

He  noted  down  then  this  day,  Wednesday,"  Oc- 
tober 9,  his  arrival  at  Suez,  which  agreeing  with 
the  stipulated  arrival  neither  made  a  gain  nor  a 
loss.  Then  he  had  his  breakfast  served  up  in 
his  cabin.  As  to  seeing  the  town  he  did  not  even 
think  of  it,  being  of  that  race  of  Englishmen  who 
have  their  servants  visit  the  countries  they  pass 
through. 


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CHAPTEK  VIII. 

IN    WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT     PERHAPS     TALKS    A    LITTLB 
MORE   THAN   IS    PROPER. 

Fix  had  in  a  few  moments  rejoined  Passepartout 
on  the  wharf,  who  was  loitering  and  looking  about, 
not  believing  that  he  was  obliged  not  to  see  any- 
thing. 

"  Well,  my  friend,"  said  Fix  coming  up  to  him, 
"  is  your  passport  vised  f " 

"Ah !  it  is  you,  monsieur,"  replied  the  Frenchman. 
"  Much  obliged.  It  is  all  in  order." 

"  And  you  are  looking  at  the  country  ?" 

"  Yes,  but  we  go  so  quickly  that  it  seems  to  me 
as  if  I  am  traveling  in  a  dream.  And  so  we  are  in 
Suez  ?" 

"  Yes,  in  Suez." 

"In  Egypt?" 

"  You  are  quite  right,  in  Egypt."* 

"And  in  Africa?" 

"Yes,  in  Africa." 

"  In  Africa !"  repeated  Passepartout.  "  I  cannot 
believe  it.  Just  fancy,  sir,  that  I  imagined  we 
would  not  go  further  than  Paris,  and  I  saw  this 
famous  capital  again  between  twenty  minutes  after 
seven  and  twenty  minutes  of  nine  in  the  morning, 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        47 

between  the  Northern  Station  and  the  Lyons  Sta- 
tion, through  the  windows  of  a  cab  in  a  driving 
rain !  I  regret  it !  I  would  have  so  much  liked  to 
see  again  Pere-la-Chaise  and  the  Circus  of  the 
Champs  Elysees  1" 

"You  are  then  in  a  great  hurry?"  asked  the 
detective. 

"  No,  I  am  not,  but  my  master  is.  By  the  bye,  I 
must  buy  some  shirts  and  shoes !  We  came  away 
without  trunks,  with  a  carpet-bag  only." 

"  I  am  going  to  take  you  to  a  shop  where  you.will 
find  everything  you  want." 

"  Monsieur,"  replied  Passepartout,  "  you  are  really 
very  kind !" 

And  both  started  off.  Passepartout  talked  inces- 
santly. 

"  Above  all,"  he  said,  "  I  must  take  care  not  to 
miss  the  steamer !" 

"  You  have  the  time,"  replied  Fix, "  it  is  only 
noon." 

Passepartout  pulled  out  his  large  watch. 

"  Noon.     Pshaw !    It  is  eight  minutes  of  ten !" 

"  Your  watch  is  slow,"  replied  Fix. 

"My  watch!  A  family  watch  that  has  come 
down  from  my  great-grandfather !  It  don't  vary 
five  minutes  in  the  year.  It  is  a  genuine  chronom- 
eter." 

"  I  see  what  is  the  matter,"  replied  Fix.  "  You 
have  kept  London  time,  which  is  about  two  hours 
slower  than  Suez.  You  must  be  caref  ul  to  set  your 
watch  at  noon  in  each  country." 


48        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

"  "What !  I  touch  my  watch !"  cried  Passepartout. 
"  Never." 

"  Well,  then,  it  will  not  agree  with  the  sun." 

"  So  much  the  worse  for  the  sun,  monsieur  !  The 
sun  will  be  wrong  then !" 

And  the  good  fellow  put  his  watch  back  in  his  fob 
with  a  magnificent  gesture. 

A  few  moments  after  Fix  said  to  him :  "  You  left 
London  very  hurriedly,  then  ?" 

"  I  should  think  so !  Last  Wednesday,  at  eight 
o'clock  in  the  evening,  contrary  to  all  his  habits, 
Monsieur  Fogjg  returned  from  his  club,  and  in  three- 
quarters  of  an  hour  afterward  we  were  off." 

"But  where  is  your  master  going,  then?" 

"  Eight  straight  ahead !  He  is  making  the  tour 
of  the  world !" 

"  The  tour  of  the  world  ?"  cried  Fix. 

"  Yes,  in  eighty  days !  On  a  wager,  he  says ;  but, 
between  ourselves,  I  do  not  believe  it.  There  is  no 
common  sense  in  it.  There  must  be  something 
else." 

"  This  Mr.  Fogg  is  an  original  genius  ?" 

"  I  should  think  so." 

"Is  he  rich?" 

"  Evidently,  and  he  carries  such  a  fine  sum  with 
him  in  fresh,  new  banknotes  !  And  he  doesn't  spare 
his  money  on  the  route !  Oh  !  but  he  has  promised 
a  splendid  reward  to  the  engineer  of  the  Mongolia, 
if  we  arrive  at  Bombay  considerably  in  advance !" 

"  And  you  have  known  him  for  a  long  time,  this 
toaster  of  yours  ?" 


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"  1,"  replied  Passepartout,  "  I  entered  his  service 
the  very  day  of  our  departure." 

The  effect  which  these  answers  naturally  produced 
upon  the  mind  of  the  detective,  already  strained 
with  excitement,  may  easily  be  imagined. 

This  hurried  departure  from  London  so  short  a 
time  after  the  robbery,  this  large  sum  carried  away, 
this  haste  to  arrive  in  distant  countries,  this  pretext 
of  an  eccentric  wager,  all  could  have  no  other  effect 
than  to  confirm  Fix  in  his  ideas.  He  kept  the 
Frenchman  talking,  and  learned  to  a  certainty  that 
this  fellow  did  not  know  his  master  at  all,  that  he 
lived  isolated  in  London,  that  he  was  called  rich 
without  the  source  of  his  fortune  being  known,  that 
he  was  a  mysterious  man,  etc.  But  at  the  same 
time  Fix  was  certain  that  Phileas  Fogg  would 
not  get  off  at  Suez,  but  that  he  was  really  going  to 
Bombay. 

"  Is  Bombay  far  from  here  ?"  asked  Passepartout. 

"  Pretty  far,"  replied  the  detective.  "  It  will  take 
you  ten  days  more  by  sea." 

"  And  where  do  you  locate  Bombay  ?" 

"  In  India." 

"In  Asia?" 

"  Of  course." 

"  The  deuce !  What  I  was  going  to  tell  you— 
there  is  one  thing  that  bothers  me — it  is  my 
burner." 

"What  burner?"    „ 

"  My  gas-burner,  which  I  forgot  to  turn  off,  and 
which  is  burning  at  my  expense.  Now,  I  have  cal- 


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50        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TS. 

culated  that  it  will  cost  me  two  shillings  each 
twenty-four  hours,  exactly  sixpence  more  than  I 
earn,  and  you  understand  that,  however  little  our 
journey  may  be  prolonged " 

Did  Fix  understand  the  matter  of  the  gas?  It  is 
improbable.  He  did  not  listen  any  longer,  and  was 
coming  to  a  determination.  The  Frenchman  and 
he  had  arrived  at  the  shop.  Fix  left  his  companion 
there  making  his  purchases,  recommending  him  not 
to  miss  the  departure  of  the  Mongolia,  and  he  re- 
turned in  great  haste  to  the  consul's  office.  Fix  had 
regained  his  coolness  completely,  now  that  he  was 
fully  convinced. 

"  Monsieur,"  said  he  to  the  consul,  "  I  have  my 
man.  He  is  passing  himself  off  as  an  oddity,  who 
wishes  to  make  the  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty 
days." 

"  Then  he  is  the  rogue,"  replied  the  consul,  "  and 
he  counts  on  returning  to  London  after  having  de- 
ceived all  the  police  of  the  two  continents." 

"  We  will  see,"  replied  Fix. 

"  But  are  you  not  mistaken  ?"  asked  the  consul 
once  more. 

"  I  am  not  mistaken." 

"  Why,  then,  has  this  robber  insisted  upon  having 
his  stopping  at  Suez  confirmed  by  a  vise  f" 

"Why?  I  do  not  know,  consul,"  replied  the 
detective ;  "  but  listen  to  me."  And  in  a  few  words 
he  related  the  salient  points  of  his  conversation  with 
the  servant  of  the  said  Fogg. 

"  Indeed,"  said  the  consul,  "  all  the  presumptions 


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TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.        51 

are  against  this  man.  And  what  are  you  going  to 
do?" 

"  Send  a  dispatch  to  London  with  the  urgent  re- 
quest to  send  to  me  at  once  at  Bombay  a  warrant 
of  arrest,  set  sail  upon  the  Mongolia,  follow  my 
robber  to  the  Indies,  and  there,  on  English  soil, 
accost  him  politely,  with  the  warrant  in  one  hand, 
and  the  other  hand  upon  his  shoulder." 

Having  coolly  uttered  these  words,  the  detective 
took  leave  of  the  consul,  and  repaired  to  the 
telegraph  office.  Thence  he  dispatched  to  the  Com- 
missioner of  the  Metropolitan  Police,  as  we  have 
already  seen.  A  quarter  of  an  hour  later  Fix,  with 
his  light  baggage  in  his  hand,  and  besides  well  sup- 
plied with  money,  went  on  board  the  Mongolia, 
and  soon  the  swift  steamer  was  threading  its  way 
.under  full  head  of  steam  on  the  waters  of  the  Ked 
Sea. 


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CHAPTEK  IX. 

IN  WHICH  THE  BED  SEA  AND  THE  INDIAN  OCEAN 
SHOW  THEMSELVES  PBOPITIOUS  TO  PHILEAS  FOGG'S 
DESIGNS. 

THE  distance  between  Suez  and  Aden  is  exactly 
thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles,  and  the  time-table 
of  the  company  allows  its  steamers  a  period  of  one 
hundred  and  thirty-eight  hours  to  make  the  dis- 
tance. The  Mongolia,  whose  fires  were  well  kept 
up,  moved  along  rapidly  enough  to  anticipate  her 
stipulated  arrival.  Q^early  all  the  passengers  who 
came  aboard  at  Brindisi  had  India  for  their  destina- 
tion. Some  were  going  to  Bombay,  others  to  Cal- 
cutta^ but  via  Bombay,  for  since  a  railway  crosses 
the  entire  breadth  of  the  Indian  peninsula,  it  is  no 
logger  necessary  to  double  the  island  of  Ceylon. 

jAmong  these  passengers  of  the  Mongolia  there 
were  several  officials  of  the  civil  servicejjand  army 
officers]  of  every  grade.  Of  the  latter,  some  be- 
longed to  the  British  army,  properly  so-called ;  the 
others  commanded  the  native  Sepoy  troops,  all 
receiving  high  salaries,  since  the  government  has 
taken  the  place  of  the  powers  and  charges  of  the 
old  East  India  Company — sub-lieutenants  receiving 
£280;  brigadiers,  £2,400;  and  generals,  £4,000. 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.        53 

The  emoluments  of  officials  in  the  civil  service  are 
still  higher :  Simple  assistants  in  the  first  rank  get 
£480 ;  judges,  £2,400 ;  the  president  judges,  £10,000 ; 
governors,  £12,000 ;  and  the  governor-general  more 
than  £24,000. 

f^There  was  good  living  on  board  the  Mongolia  in 
trus  company  of  officials,  to  which  were  added  some 
young  Englishmen,  who,  with  a  million  in  their 
pockets,  were  going  to  establish  commercial  houses 
abroad.  The  purser,  the  confidential  man  of  the 
company,  the  equal  of  the  captain  on  board  the 
ship,  did  things  up  elegantly.  At  the  breakfast,  at 
the  lunch  at  two  o'clock,  at  the  dinner  at  half-past 
five,  at  the  supper  at  eight  o'clock,  the  tables 
groaned  under  the  dishes  of  fresh  meat  and  the 
relishes,  furnished  by  the  refrigerator  and  the 
pantries  of  the  steamer.  \The  ladies,  of  whom  there 
were  a  few,  changed  theirT;oilet  twice  a  day.  There 
was  music^and  there  was  dancing  also  when  the  sea 
allowed  itTj 

But  the  Eed  Sea  is  very  capricious  and  too  fre- 
quently rough,  like  all  long,  narrow  bodies  of  water. 
When  the  wind  blew  either  from  the  coast  of  Asia, 
or  from  the  coast  of  Africa,  the  Mongolia,  being 
very  long  and  sharp-built,  and  struck  amidships, 
rolled  fearfully.  The  ladies  then  disappeared ;  the 
pianos  were  silent;  songs  and  dances  ceased  at 
once.  And  yet,  notwithstanding  the  squall  and  the 
agitated  waters,  the  steamer,  driven  by  its  powerful 
engine,  pursued  its  course  without  delay  to  the 
Straits  of  Bab-el-Mandeb. 


54        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

\What  was  Phileas  Fogg  doing  all  this  time  Li  It 
might  be  supposed  that,  always  uneasy  and  anxious, 
his  mind  would  be  occupied  with  the  changes  of  the 
wind  interfering  with  the  progress  of  the  vessel, 
the  irregular  movements  of  the  squall  threatening 
an  accident  to  the  engine,  and  in  short  all  the  pos- 
sible injuries,  which,  compelling  the  Mongolia  to 
put  into  some  port,  would  have  interrupted  his 
journey. 

By  no  means,  or,  at  least,  if  this  gentleman 
thought  of  these  probabilities,  he  did  not  let  it  ap- 
pear as  if  he  did.  He  was  the  same  impassible 
man,  the  imperturbable  member  of  the  Reform 
Club,  whom  no  incident  or  accident  could  surprise. 
He  did  not  appear  more  affected  than  the  ship's 
chronometers.  [_He  was  seldom  seen  upon  the  deck. 
He  troubled  himself  very  little  about  looking  at 
this  Ked  Sea,  so  fruitful  in  recollections,  the  spot 
where  the  first  historic  scenes  of  mankincywere  en- 
acted. He  did  not  recognize  the  curious  towns 
scattered  upon  its  shores,  and  whose  picturesque 
outlines  stood  out  sometimes  against  the  horizon. 
He  did  not  even  dream  of  the  dangers  of  the  Gulf 
of  Arabia,  of  which  the  ancient  historians,  Strabo, 
Arrius,  Artemidorus,  and  others,  always  spoke  with 
dread,  and  upon  which  the  navigators  never  ven- 
tured in  former  times  without  having  consecrated 
their  voyage  by  propitiatory  sacrifices. 

What  was  this  queerf  ellow,  imprisoned  upon  the 
Mongolia,  doing?  jjAfct  tost  he  took  his  four  meals  a 
day^the  rolling  and  pitching  of  the  ship  not  putting 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  78.        55 

out  ofj>rder  his  mechanism,  so  wonderfully  organ- 
ized. I  Then  he  played  at  whistT/  For  he  found 
companions  as  devoted  to  it  as  himself ;  a  collector 
of  taxes,  who  was  going  to  his  post  at  Goa ;  a  min- 
ister, the  Eev.  Decimus  Smith,  returning  to  Bom- 
bay ;  and  a  brigadier-general  of  the  English  army, 
who  was  rejoining  his  corps  at  Benares.  These 
three  passengers  had  the  same  passion  for  whist  as 
Mr.  Fogg,  and  they  played  for  entire  hours,  not 
less  quietly  than  he. 

[As  for  Passepartout,  seasickness  had  taken  no 
holci  on  him.  He  occupied  a  forward  cabin,  and 
eafc  conscientiously.  It  must  be  said  that  the  voy- 
age made  under  these  circumstances  was  decidedly 
not  unpleasant  to  himTj  He  rather  liked  his  share 
of  it.  [Well  fed  and  well  lodged,  he  was  seeing  the 
country,  and  besides  he  asserted  to  himself  that  all 
this  whim  would  end  at  Bombay. j  [The  next  day 
after  leaving  Suez  it  was  not  without  a  certain 
pleasure  that  he  met  on  deck  the  obliging  jgerson 
whom  he  had  addressed  on  landing  in  Egypt./ 

I"  I  am  not  mistaken,"  he  said,  on  approaching 
him  with  his  most  amiable  smile,  "  you  are  the  very 
gentleman  that  so  kindly  served  as  my  guide  in 
Suez?" 

"Indeed,"  replied  the  detective,  "I  recognize 
you !  You  are  the  servant  of  that  odd  English- 
man  " 

"  Just  so,  monsieur " 

"Fix." 

u  Monsieur    Fix,"    replied    Passepartout.    "  De- 


56        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

lighted  to  meet  you  again  on  board  this  vessel.  And 
where  are  you  going  ?" 

"  Why,  to  the  same  place  as  yourself,  Bombay." 

"  That  is  first-rate  !  Have  you  already  made  this 
trip?" 

"  Several  times,"  replied  Fix.  "  I  am  an  agent  of 
the  Peninsular  Company." 

"  Then  you  know  India  ?" 

"  Why — yes,"  replied  Fix,  who  did  not  wish  to 
commit  himself  too  far. 

"  And  this  India  is  a  curious  place  ?" 

"  Yery  curious !  Mosques,  minarets,  temples, 
fakirs,  pagodas,  tigers,  serpents,  dancing  girls !  But 
it  is  to  be  hoped  that  you  will  have  time  to  visit  the 
country  ?" 

"  I  hope  so,  Monsieur  Fix.  You  understand  very 
well  that  it  is  not  permitted  to  a  man  of  sound 
mind  to  pass  his  life  in  jumping  from  a  steamer  into 
a  railway  car  and  from  a  railway  car  into  a  steamer 
under  the  pretext  of  making  the  tour  of  the  world 
in  eighty  daysjj  No.  All  these  gymnastics  will 
cease  at  Bombay,  don't  doubt  it." 

j^nd  Mr.  Fogg  is  well  ?"  asked  Fix,  in  the  most 
natural  tone. 

"Yery  well,  Monsieur  Fix,  and  I  am  too.  I 
eat  like  an  ogre  that  has  been  fasting.  It  is  the  sea 
air." 

"  I  never  see  your  master  on  deck." 

"  Never.     He  is  not  inquisitive." 

"  Do  you  know,  Mr.  Passepartout,  that  this  pre- 
tended tour  in  eighty  days  .might  very  well  be  the 


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cover  for  some  secret  mission — a  diplomatic  mission, 
for  example !" 

"  Upon  my  word,  Monsieur  Fix,  I  don't  know 
anything  about  itjl  confess,  and  really  I  wouldn't 
give  a  half-crown  to  know." 

\jkfter  this  meeting  Passepartout  and  Fix  fre- 
quently talked  together^  The  detective  thought  he 
ought  to  have  close  relations  with  the  servant  of 
this  gentleman  Fogg.  There  might  be  an  occasion 
when  he  could  serve  him.  He  frequently  offered 
him,  in  the  barroom  of  the  Mongolia,  a  few 
glasses  of  whisky  or  pale  ale,  which  the  good  fellow 
accepted  without  reluctance,  and  returned  even  so 
as  not  to  be  behind  him — finding  this  Fix  to  be  a 
very  honest  gentleman. 

i"ln  the  meantime  the  steamer  was  rapidly  getting 
on.  On  the  13th  they  sighted  Mochajwhich  ap^ 
peared  in  its  inclosure  of  ruined  walls,  above  which 
were  hanging  green  date  trees.  At  a  distance,  in 
the  mountains,  there  were  seen  immense  fields  of 
coffee  trees.  Passepartout  was  delighted  to  behold 
this  celebrated  place,  and  he  found,  with  its  cir- 
cular walls  and  a  dismantled  fort  in  the  shape 
of  a  handle,  it  looked  like  an  enormous  cup  and 
saucer. 

I  During  the  following  night  the  Mongolia  passed 
through  the  straits  of  Bab-el-Mandebjthe  Arabic 
name  of  which  signifies  "  The  Gate  of  Tears, Tand 
the  next  day,  the  14th,  she  put  in  at  Steamer  PomJ^l 
to  the  northwest  of  Aden  harbor.  There  she  was 
to  lay  in  coal  again.  This  obtaining  fuel  for  steam- 


58        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

ers  at  such  distances  from  the  centers  of  production 
is  a  very  serious  matter.  It  amounts  to  an  annual 
expense  for  the  Peninsular  Company  of  eight ,  hun- 
dred thousand  pounds.  It  has  been  necessary,  in- 
deed, to  establish  depots  in  several  ports,  and  in 
these  distant  seas  coal  reaches  as  high  as  from  three 
to  four  pounds  per  ton. 

The  Mongolia  had  still  sixteen  hundred  and 
fifty  miles  to  make  before  reaching  Bombay,  and 
she  had  to  remain  four  hours  at  Steamer  Point,  to 
lay  in  her  coal.  But  this  delay  could  not  in  any 
way  be  prejudicial  to  Phileas  Fogg's  programme. 
It  was  foreseen.  Besides,  the  Mongolia,  instead 
of  fofcb  arriving  at  Aden  until  the  morning  of  the 
15th,  put  in  there  the  evening  of  the  14th,  a  gain  of 
fifteen  hours. 

fMr.  Fogg  and  his  servant  landed.  The  gentle- 
man wished  to  have  his  passpoj±  vised.  Fix 
followed  him  without  being  noticed.!  The  formal- 
ity of  the  vise  through  with,  Phileas  Fogg  returned 
on  board  to  resume  his  interrupted  play.  Passe- 
partout, according  to  his  custom,  loitered  about  in 
the  midst  of  the  population  of  Somanlis,  Banyans, 
Parsees,  Jews,  Arabs,  Europeans,  making  up  the 
twenty-five  thousand  inhabitants  of  Aden.  He 
admired  the  fortifications  which  make  of  this  town 
the  Gibraltar  of  the  Indian  Ocean,  and  some  splen- 
did cisterns,  at  which  the  English  engineers  were 
still  working,  two  thousand  years  after  the  engineers 
of  King  Solomon. 

"Yery  singular,  very  singular!"   said  Passepar- 


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tout  to  himself  on  returning  aboard.  "  I  see  that 
it  is  not  useless  to  travel,  if  we  wish  to  to  see  any- 
thing new." 

^At  six  o'clock  p.  M.  the  Mongolia  was  plowing 
the  waters  of  thej  Aden  harbor,  and  soon  reached 
theflndian  OceanJ  She  had  one  hundred  and  sixty- 
eight  hours  to  make  the  distance  between  Aden  and 
Bombay.  (The  Indian  Ocean  was  favorable] to  her, 
the  wind  kept  in  the  northwest,  and  the  sails  came 
to  the  aid  of  the  steam.  The  ship,  well  balanced, 
rolled  less.  The  ladies,  in  fresh  toilets,  reappeared 
upon  the  deck.  The  singing  and  dancing  recom- 
menced. 

VTheir  voyage  was  then  progressing  under 
tnJ  most  favorable  circumstances.J  Passepartout 
was  delighted  with  the  agreeable  companion  whom 
chance  had  procured  for  him  in  the  person  of  this 
Fix. 

[On  Sunday,  the  20th  of  October,  toward  noon, 
they  sighted  the  Indian  coast/J  Two  hours  later 
the  pilot  came  aboard  the  Mongolia.  The  outlines 
of  the  hills  blended  with  the  sky.  Soon  the  rows 
of  palm  trees  which  abound  in  the  place  came  into 
distinct  view. 

The  steamer  soon  entered  the  harbor  formed 
by  the  islands  of  Salcette,  Colaba,  Elephanta, 
Butcher,  and  at  half-past  four  she  put  in  at  the 
wharves  of  Bombay.  Phileas  Fogg  was  then  fin- 
ishing the  thirty-third  rubber  of  the  day,  and  his 
partner  and  himself,  thanks  to  a  bold  maneuver, 
having  made  thirteen  tricks,  wound  up  this  fine  trip 


60        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

by  a  splendid  victory.  \  The  Mongolia  was  not  due 
at  Bombay  until  the  22ft  of  October.  She  arrived 
on  the  20th.  This  was  a  gain  of  two  days,  then, 
since  his  departure  from  London,  and  Phileas  Fogg 
methodically  noted  it  down  in  his  memorandum- 
book  in  the  column  of  gains.  ~ 


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CHAPTEE  X. 

IN   WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT    IS     ONLY   TOO    HAPPY   TO   GET 
OFF    WITH    THE    LOSS    OF    HIS    SHOES. 

]S"o  one  is  ignorant  of  the  fact  that  India,  this 
great  reversed  triangle  whose  base  is  to  the  north 
and  its  apex  to  the  south,  comprises  a  superficial 
area  of  fourteen  hundred  thousand  square  miles, 
over  which  is  unequally  scattered  a  population  of 
one  hundred  and  eighty  millions  of  inhabitants. 
The  British  government  exercises  a  real  dominion 
over  a  certain  portion  of  this  vast  country.  It 
maintains  a  governor-general  at  Calcutta,  governors 
at  Madras,  Bombay,  and  Bengal,  and  a  lieutenant- 
governor  at  Agra. 

But  English  India,  properly  so-called,  counts  only 
a  superficial  area  of  seven  hundred  thousand  square 
miles  and  a  population  of  one  hundred  to  one  hun- 
dred and  ten  millions  of  inhabitants.  It  is  sufficient 
to  say  that  a  prominent  part  of  the  territory  is 
still  free  from  the  authority  of  the  queen ;  and 
indeed,  with  some  of  the  rajahs  of  the  interior, 
fierce  and  terrible,  Hindoo  independence  is  still  ab- 
solute. Since  1756 — the  period  at  which  was 
founded  the  first  English  establishment  on  the  spot 
to-day  occupied  by  the  city  of  Madras — until  the 


62        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 

year  in  which  broke  out  the  great  Sepoy  insurrec- 
tion, the  celebrated  East  India  Company  was  all- 
powerful.  It  annexed  little  by  little  the  various 
provinces,  bought  from  the  rajahs  at  the  price  of 
annual  rents,  which  it  paid  in  part,  or  not  at  all ;  it 
named  its  governor-general  and  all  its  civil  or  mil- 
itary employees ;  but  now  it  no  longer  exists,  and 
the  English  possessions  in  India  are  directly  under 
the  crown.  Thus  the  aspect,  the  manners,  and  the 
distinctions  of  race  of  the  peninsula  are  being 
changed  every  day.  Formerly  they  traveled  by  all 
the  old  means  of  conveyance,  on  foot,  on  horseback, 
in  carts,  in  small  vehicles  drawn  by  men,  in  palan- 
quins, on  men's  backs,  in  coaches,  etc.  Now,  steam- 
boats traverse  with  great  rapidity  the  Indus  and  the 
Ganges,  and  a  railway  crossing  the  entire  breadth 
of  India,  and  branching  in  various  directions,  puts 
Bombay  at  only  three  days  from  Calcutta. 

The  route  of  this  railway  does  not  follow  a 
straight  line  across  India.  The  air-line  distance  is 
only  one  thousand  to  eleven  hundred  miles,  and 
trains,  going  at  only  an  average  rapidity,  would  not 
take  three  days  to  make  it  ;  but  this  distance  is  in- 
creased at  least  one-third  by  the  arc  described  by 
the  railway  rising  to  Allahabad,  in  the  northern 
part  of  the  peninsula.  In  short,  these  are  the  prin- 
cipal points  of  the  route  of  the  Great  Indian  Penin- 
sular Eailway.  Leaving  the  island  of  Bombay  it 
crosses  Salcette,  touches  the  mainland  opposite  Tan- 
nah,  crosses  the  chain  of  the  Western  Ghauts,  runs 
to  the  northeast  as  far  as  Burhampour,  goes  through 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.        63 

the  nearly  independent  territory  of  Bundelcund, 
rises  as  far  as  Allahabad,  turns  toward  the  east, 
meets  the  Ganges  at  Benares,  turns  slightly  aside, 
and  descending  again  to  the  southeast  by  Burdivan 
and  the  French  town  of  Chandernagor,  it  reaches 
the  end  of  the  route  at  Calcutta. 

I  It  was  at  half-past  four  P.M.  that  the  passengers  of 
tEe  Mongolia  had  landed  in  Bombay,  and  the  train 
for  Calcutta  would  leave  at  precisely  eight  o'clock. 
Mr.  Fogg  then  took  leave  of  his  partners,  left  the 
steamer,  gave  his  servant  directions  for  some  pur- 
chases, recommended  him  expressly  to  be  at  the 
station  before  eight  o'clock,  and  with  his  regular 
ste^  which  beat  the  seconds  like  the  pendulum  of  an 
astronomical  clock][jie  turned  his  steps  toward  the 
passport  office.!  ^He  did  not  think  of  looking  at  any 
of  the  wonders  of  Bombal^neither  the  city  hall,  nor 
the  magnificent  library,  nor  the  forts,  nor  the  docks, 
nor  the  cotton  market,  nor  the  shops,  nor  the 
mosques,  nor  the  synagogues,  nor  the  Armenian 

'  churches,  nor  the  splendid  pagoda  of  Malebar  Hill, 
adorned  with  two  polygonal  towers.  He  would  not 
contemplate  either  the  masterpieces  of  Elephanta  or 
its  mysterious  hypogea,  concealed  in  the  southeast 
of  the  harbor,  or  the  Kanherian  grottoes  of  the 
Island  of  Salcette,  those  splendid  remains  of  Bud- 
dhist architecture !  No,  nothing  of  that  for  him. 

l^After  leaving  the  passport  officejPhileas  Fogg  qui- 
etly repaired  to  the  station,  and  there  had  dinner 
served]  Among  other  dishes,Cthe  landlord  thought 
he  ought  to  recommend  to  him  a  certain  giblet  of 


64        TO  UR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 


"  native  xajikit;,"  of  which  he  spoke  in  the  highest 
terms.  /Fhileas  Fogg  accepted  the  giBlet  and  tasted 
it  conscientiously ;  but  in  spite  of  the  spiced  sauce, 
he  found  it  detestable J  j  He  rang  for  the  landlord.! 

CJ  Sir,"  he  said,  looking  at  him  steadily,  "  is  that 
rabbit?" 

"  Yes,  my  lord,"  replied  the  rogue  boldly,  "  the 
rabbit  of  the  jungles." 

"And  that  rabbit  did  not  mew  when  it  was 
killed  ?" 

"Mew!  oh,  my  lord!  a  rabbit!  I  swear  to 
you " 

"  Landlord,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg  coolly, "  don't  swear, 
and  recollect  this :  in  former  times,  in  India,  cats 
were  considered  sacred  animals.  That  was  a  good 
time." 

"  For  the  cats,  my  lord  ?" 

"And  perhaps  also  for  the  travelers !" 

After  this  observation  Mr.  Fogg  went  on  quietly 
with  his  dinner. 

A  few  minutes  after  Mr.  Fogg,  the  detective  Fix 
also  landed  from  the  Mongolia,  and  hastened  to  the 
commissioner  of  police  in  Bombay.  He  made  him- 
self known  in  his  capacity  as  detective,  the  mission 
with  which  he  was  chargedjhis  position  toward  the 
robber.  '<Had  a  warrant  of  arrest  been  received  from 
London  ?  xhey  had  received  nothing.  And,  in  fact, 
the  warrant,  leaving  after  Fogg,  could  not  have 
arrived  yet. 

Fix  was  very  much  out  of  countenance.  He  wished 
to  obtain  from  the  commissioner  an  order  for  the 


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arrest  of  this  gentleman  Fogg.  The  director  re* 
fusedj  The  affair  concerned  the  metropolitan  gov- 
ernment, and  it  alone  could  legally  deliver  a  war- 
rant. This  strictness  of  principles,  this  rigorous 
observance  of  legality  is  easily  explained  with  the 
English  manners,  which,  in  the  matter  of  personal 
liberty,  does  not  allow  anything  arbitrary.  [Fix  did 
not  persist,  and  understood  that  he  wouIS.  have 
to  be  resigned  to  waiting  for  his  warrant.  But  he 
resolved  not  to  lose  sight  of  Jiis  mysterious  rogue 
while  he  remained  in  BombayJ  He  did  not  doubt 
that  Phileas  Fogg  would  stop  there — and,  as  we 
know,  it  was  also  Passepartout's  conviction — which 
would  give  the  warrant  of  arrest  the  time  to  arrive. 
[But  after  the  last  orders  which  his  master  had 
given  him  on  leaving  the  Mongolia,  Passepartout 
had  understood  very  well  that  it  wouldvbe  the  same 
with  Bombay  as  with  Suez  and  Paris, j  tEat  the  jour- 
ney would  not  stop  here,  that  it  woul cTLe  continued 
at  least  as  far  as  Calcutta,  and  perhaps  further.  And 
he  began  to  ask  himself  if,  after  all,  this  bet  of  Mr. 
Fogg  was  not  really  serious,;  and  if  a  fatality  was 
not  dragging  him,  he  who  wished  to  live  at  rest,  to 
accomplish  the  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days ! 
I^While  waiting,  and  after  having  obtained  some 
Snirts  and  shoes,  he  took  a  walk  through  the  streets 
of  Bombay.^  There  was  a  great  crowd  of  people 
there,  and  among  them  Europeans  of  all  nationali- 
ties, Persians  with  pointed  caps,  Banyans  with  round 
turbans,  Sindes  with  square  caps,  Armenians  in  long 
robes,  Parsees  in  black  miters.  A  festival  was  just 


66        TO  JJE  OF  THE  WOULD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

being  held  by  the  Parsees,  the  direct  descendants  of 
the  followers  of  Zoroaster,  who  are  the  most  indus- 
trious, the  most  civilized,  the  most  intelligent,  the 
most  austere  of  the  Hindoos — a  race  to  which  now 
belong  the  rich  native  merchants  of  Bombay.  Upon 
this  day  they  were  celebrating  a  sort  of  religious 
carnival,  with  processions  and  amusements,  in  which 
figured  dancing  girls  dressed  in  rose-colored  gauze 
embroidered  with  gold  and  silver,  who  danced  won- 
derfully and  with  perfect  decency  to  the  sound  of 
viols  and  tam-tams. 

It  is  superfluous  to  insist  here  whether  Passe- 
partout looked  at  these  curious  ceremonies,  whether 
his  eyes  and  ears  were  stretched  wide  open  to  see 
and  hear,  whether  his  entire  appearance  was  that  of 
the  freshest  greenhorn  that  can  be  imagined.  Un- 
fortunately for  himself  and  his  mastej^Whose  journey 
he  ran  the  risk  of  interruptingjlds  curiosity  dragged 
him  further  than  was  proper> 

In  fact,  after  having  looked  at  this  Parsee  carnival, 
Passepartout  turned  toward  the  station,  when,  pas- 
sing the  splendid  pagoda  on  Malebar  Hill,  he  took 
the  unfortunate  notion  to  visit  its  interior.  He  was 
ignorant  of  two  things  :  First,  that  the  entrance  into 
certain  Hindoo  pagodas  is  formally  forbidden  to 
Christians,  and  next,  that  the  believers  themselves 
cannot  enter  there  without  having  left  their  shoes 
at  the  door,3  It  must  be  remarked  here  that  the 
English  government,  for  sound  political  reasons, 
respecting  and  causing  to  be  respected  it  its  most 
insignificant  details  the  religion  of  the  country, 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.        67 

pnnishes  severely  whoever  violates  its  practices. 
fPassepartout  having  gone  in,  without  thinking  of 
cloing  wrong,  like  a  simple  traveler,  was  admiring 
in  the  interior\the  dazzling  glare  of  the  Brahmin 
omamentation,|when  he  was  suddenlyjthrown  down 
on  the  sacred  floor.  Cjhree  priests,  with  furious 
looks,  rushed  upon  him,  tore  off  his  shoes  and 
stockings,  and  ^commenced  to  beat  him^  uttering 
savage  cries.  /The  j^nchniaik_yigQrjcms  I  and  agile, 
rose  again  quicEly.  !fWith  ablow  of  his  fist  and  a 
kick  he  upset  two  of  his  adversariesjivery  much 
hampered  by  their  long  robes£and  rushing  out  of  the 
pagoda  with  all  the  quickness  of  his  legs,  he  had 
soon  distanced  and  got  out  of  sight  of  the  third 
Hindoo,  who  had  followed  him  closely^  by  ming- 
ling with  the  crowd. 

[At  five  minutes  of  eight,  just  a  few  minutes 
before  the  leaving  of  the  train,  hatless  and  barefoot, 
having  lost  in  the  scuffle  the  bundle  containing  his 
purchases,  Passepartout  arrived  at  the  railway 
station.  Fix  was  on  the  wharf.  Having  followed 
Mr.  Fogg  to  the  station  he  understood  that  the 
rogue  was  going  to  leave  Bombay.  His  mind  was 
immediately  made  up  to  accompany  him  to  Calcutta, 
and  further  if  it  was  necessary.  Passepartout  did 
not  see  Fix,  who  was  standing  in  a  dark  place,  but 
Fix  heard  him  tell  his  adventures  in  a  few  words  to 
his  master. 

"  I  hope  it  will  not  happen  to  you  again,"  was  all 
Phileas  Fogg  replied,  taking  a  seat  in  one  of  the 
cars  of  the  train.  The  poor  fellow,  barefoot  and 


68        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

quite  discomfited,  followed  his  master  without  say- 
ing a  word. 

Fix  was  going  to  get  in  another  car,  when  a 
thought  stopped  him,  and  suddenly  modified  his 
plan  of  departure.  "  No,  I  will  remain,"  he  said  to 
himself.  "  A  transgression  committed  upon  Indian 
territory.  I  have  my  manj 

At  this  moment  the  locomotive  gave  a  vigorous 
whistle,  ancfthe  train  disappeared  in  the  darknessT] 


TOUR  OF  1'HJE  WORLD  IN  EIQMTY  DATS. 


CHAPTER  XL 

IN    WHICH     PHILEAS     FOGG    BTJYS  A   CONVEYANCE    AT  A 
FABULOUS     PRICE. 

THE  train  had  started  on  time.  It  carried  a 
certain  number  of  travelers,  some  officers,  civil 
officials,  and  opium  and  indigo  merchants,  whose 
business  called  them  to  the  eastern  part  of  the 
peninsula. 

^Passepartout  occupied  the  same  compartment 
as  his  master.  A  third  traveler  was  in  the  opposite 
corner. 

It  was  the  Brigadier-General  Sir  Francis  Cro- 
marty,  one  of  the  partners  of  Mr.  Fogg  during  the 
trip  from  Suez  to  Bombay,  who  was  rejoining  his 
troops,  stationed  near  BenaresTj 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  tall,  fair,  about  fifty  years 
old,  who  had  distinguished  himself  highly  during 
the  last  revolt  of  the  Sepoys,  had  truly  deserved  to 
be  called  a  native.  From  his  youth  he  had  lived  in 
India,  and  had  only  been  occasionally  in  the  country 
of  his  birth.  \He  was  a  well-posted  man,  who  would 
have  been  glad  to  give  information  as  to  the  man- 
ners, the  history,  the  organization  of  this  Indian 
country,  if  Phileas  Fogg  had  been  the  man  to  ask 
for  such  things.  But  this  gentlemen  was  not  asking 


70        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

anything^  He  was  not  traveling,  he  was  describing 
a  circumference.  He  was  a  heavy  body,  traversing 
an  orbit  around  the  Jke  terrestrial  globe,  according 
to  the  laws  of  rational  mechanics.  ^At  this  moment 
he  was  going  over  in  his  mind  the  calculations 
of  the  hours  consumed  since  his  departure  from  Lon- 
don^and  he  would  have  rubbed  his  hands,  if  it  had 
been  in  his  nature  to  make  a  useless  movement. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  had  recognized  the  original- 
ity of  his  traveling  companion,  although  he  had  only 
studied  him  with  his  cards  in  his  hands,  and  between 
two  rubbers.  He  was  ready  to  ask  whether  a 
human  heart  beat  beneath  this  cold  exterior,  whether 
Phileas  Fogg  had  a  soul  alive  to  the  beauties  of  na- 
ture and  to  moral  aspirations.  That  was  the  ques- 
tion for  him.  Of  all  the  oddities  the  general  had 
met  none  were  to  be  compared  to  this  product  of 
the  exact  sciences.  Phileas  Fogg  had  not  kept 
secret  from  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  his  plan  for  a  tour 
around  the  world,  nor  the  conditions  under  which 
he  was  carrying  it  out.  The  general  saw  in  this  bet 
only  an  eccentricity  without  an  useful  aim,  and 
which  was  wanting  nece&sarily  in  the  transire  bene- 
faciendo  which  ought  to  guide  every  reasonable  man. 
In  the  manner  in  which  this  singular  gentleman  was 
moving  on  he  would  evidently  be  doing  nothing, 
either  for  himself  or  for  others. 

An  hour  after  having  left  Bombay  the  train, 
crossing  the  viaducts,  had  left  behind  the  Island  of 
Salcette  and  reached  the  mainland.  At  the  station 
Callyan  it  left  to  the  right  the  branch  which,  via 


TOUR    OF  THE    WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.         71 

Kandallah  and  Pounah,  descends  toward  the  south- 
east of  India,  and  reaches  the  station  Panwell.  At 
this  point  it  became  entangled  in  the  defiles  of  the 
Western  Ghaut  mountains,  with  bases  of  trap  and 
basalt,  whose  highest  summits  are  covered  with  thick 
woods. 

From  time  to  time  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  and 
Phileas  Fogg  exchanged  a  few  words,  and  at  this 
moment  the  general,  recommencing  a  conversation 
which  frequently  lagged,  said : 

"A  few  years  ago,  Mr.  Fogg,  you  would  have  ex- 
perienced at  this  point  a  delay  which  would  have 
probably  interrupted  your  journey." 

"Why  so,  Sir  Francis  ?" 

"Because  the  railway  stopped  at  the  base  of  these 
mountains,  which  had  to  be  crossed  in  a  palanquin 
or  on  a  pony's  back  as  far  as  the  station  of  Kan- 
dallah,  on  the  opposite  slope." 

"That  delay  would  not  have  deranged  my  pro- 
gramme," replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "I  would  have  fore- 
seen the  probability  of  certain  obstacles." 

"But,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  the  general,  "you  are 
in  danger  of  having  a  bad  business  on  your  hands 
with  this  young  man's  adventure." 

Passepartout,  with  his  feet  wrapped  up  in  his 
cloak,  was  sleeping  soundly,  and  did  not  dream  that 
they  were  talking  about  him. 

"The  English  government  is  extremely  severe, 
and  rightly,  for  this  kind  of  trespass,"  replied  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty.  "It  insists,  above  all  things, 
that  the  religious  customs  of  the  Hindoos  shall  be 
respected,  and  if  your  servant  had  been  taken " 


72        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

"  Yes,  if  he  had  been  taken,  Sir  Francis,"  replied 
Mr,  Fogg,  "  he  would  have  been  sentenced,  he  would 
have  undergone  his  punishment,  and  then  he  would 
have  quietly  returned  to  Europe.  I  do  not  see  how 
this  matter  could  have  delayed  his  master !" 

And  thereupon  the  conversation  dropped  again. 
During  the  night  the  train  crossed  the  Ghauts, 
passed  on  to  Nassik,  and  the  next  day,  the  21st  of 
October,  it  was  hurrying  across  a  comparatively  flat 
country,  formed  by  the  Khandeish  territory.  The 
country,  well  cultivated,  was  strewn  with  small 
villages,  above  which  the  minaret  of  the  pagoda 
took  the  place  of  the  steeple  of  the  European 
church.  Numerous  small  streams,  principally  trib- 
utaries of  the  Godavery,  irrigated  this  fertile 
country. 

Passepartout  having  waked  up,  looked  around, 
and  could  not  believe  that  he  was  crossing  the 
country  of  the  Hindoos  in  a  train  of  the  Great 
Peninsular  Railway.  It  appeared  improbable  to 
him.  And  yet  there  was  nothing  more  real !  The 
locomotive,  guided  by  the  arm  of  an  English 
engineer  and  heated  with  English  coal,  was  puffing 
out  its  smoke  over  plantations  of  cotton  trees,  coffee, 
nutmeg,  clove,  and  red  pepper.  The  steam  twisted 
itself  into  spirals  about  groups  of  palms,  between 
which  appeared  picturesque  bungalows,  a  few  viharis 
(a  sort  of  abandoned  monasteries),  and  wonderful 
temples  enriched  by  the  inexhaustible  ornament  of 
Indian  architecture.  Then  immense  reaches  of 
country  stretched  out  of  sight,  jungles  in  which  were 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.        73 

not  wanting  snakes  and  tigers,  whom  the  noise  of 
the  train  did  not  frighten,  and  finally  forests  cut 
through  by  the  route  of  the  road,  still  the  haunt  of 
elephants,  which,  with  a  pensive  eye,  looked  at  the 
train  as  it  passed  so  rapidly. 

During  the  morning,  beyond  the  station  of 
Malligaum,  the  travelers  traversed  that  fatal  terri- 
tory which  was  so  frequently  drenched  with  blood 
by  the  sectaries  of  the  goddess  Kali.  Not  far  off 
rose  Ellora  and  its  splendid  pagodas,  and  the  cele- 
brated Aurungabad,  the  capital  of  the  ferocious 
Aureng-Zeb,  now  simply  the  principal  place  of  one 
of  the  provinces  detached  from  the  kingdom  of 
Nizam.  It  was  over  this  country  that  Feringhea, 
the  chief  of  the  Thugs,  the  king  of  stranglers,  ex- 
ercised his  dominion.  These  assassins,  united  in  an 
association  that  could  not  be  reached,  strangled,  in 
honor  of  the  goddess  of  death,  victims  of  every  age, 
without  ever  shedding  blood,  and  there  was  a  time 
when  the  ground  could  not  be  dug  up  anywhere  in 
this  neighborhood  without  finding  a  corpse.  The 
English  government  has  been  able,  in  great  part,  to 
prevent  these  murders,  but  the  horrible  organization 
exists  yet,  and  carries  on  its  operations. 

{At  half -past  twelve  the  train  stopped  at  the 
station  at  Burhampour,  and  Passepartout  was  able 
to  obtain  for  gold  a  pair  of  Indian  slippers,  orna- 
mented with  false  pearls,  which  he  put  on  with  an 
evident  show  of  vanityv  The  travelers  took  a  hasty 
breakfast,  and  started  again  for  Assurghur,  after 
having  for  a  moment  stopped  upon  the  shore  of  the 

4  Vol.  2 


74        TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

Tapty,  a  small  river  emptying  into  the  Gulf  of 
Cambay,  near  Surat. 

It  is  opportune  to  mention  the  thoughts  with 
which  Passepartout  was  busied.  Until  his  arrival 
at  Bombay  he  had  thought  that  matters  would  go 
no  further.  But  now  that  he  was  hurrying  at  full 
speed  across  India  his  mind  had  undergone  a  change. 
His  natural  feelings  came  back  to  him  with  a  rush. 
He  felt  again  the  fanciful  ideas  of  his  youth,  he 
took  seriously  his  master's  plans,  he  believed  in  the 
reality  of  the  bet,  and  consequently  in  this  tour  of 
the  world,  and  in  this  maximum  of  time  which 
could  not  be  exceeded.  Already  he  was  disturbed 
at  the  possible  delays,  the  accidents  which  might 
occur  upon  the  route.  He  felt  interested  in  the 
wager,  and  trembled  at  the  thought  that  he  might 
have  compromised  it  the  evening  before  by  his  un- 
pardonable foolishness,  so  that,  much  less  phleg- 
matic than  Mr.  Fogg,  he  was  much  more  uneasy. 
He  counted  and  recounted  the  days  that  had  passed, 
cursed  the  stopping  of  the  train,  accused  it  of  slow- 
ness, and  blamed  Mr.  Fogg  in  petto  for  not  having 
promised  a  reward  to  the  engineer.  The  good  fel- 
low did  not  know  that  what  was  possible  upon  a 
steamer  was  not  on  a  railway  train,  whose  speed  is 
regulated. 

Toward  evening  they  entered  the  defiles  of  the 
mountains  of  Sutpour,  which  separate  the  territory 
of  Khandeish  from  that  of  Bundelcund. 

next  day,  the  22d  of  October,!  Passepartout, 


having  consulted  his  watch,  replied  [o  a  question  of 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        75 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  that  it  was  three  o'clock  in 
the  morning. jf  In  fact,jj:his  famous  watch,  always 
regulated  by  the  meridian  of  Greenwich,  which  is 
nearly  seventy-seven  degrees  west,  ought  to  be  and 
was  four  hours  slow. 

Sir  Francis  then  corrected  the  hour  given  by  Pas- 
separtout, and  added  the  same  remark  that  the 
latter  had  already  heard  from  Fix.  He  tried  to 
make  him  understand  that  he  ought  to  regulate  his 
watch  on  each  new  meridian,  and  that  since  he  was 
constantly  going  toward  the  east,  that  is,  in  the 
face  of  the  sun,  the  days  were  shorter  by  as  many 
times  four  minutes  as  he  had  crossed  degrees,  j  It 
was  useless^  Whether  the  stubborn  fellow  had  un- 
derstood fne  remarks  of  the  general  or  not,  he  per- 
sisted in  not  putting  his  watch  ahead,  which  he  kept 
always  at  London  time.  An  innocent  madness  at 
any  rate  which  could  hurt  no  one. 
[  At  eight  o'clock  in  the  morning,!  and  fifteen  miles 
before  they  reached  Kotha^/the^train  stopped,  in 
the  midst  of  an  immense  opening,  on  the  edge  of 
which  were  some  bungalows  and  workmen's 
huts.  !  The  conductor  of  the  train  passed  along  the 
cars  cflling  out,  "the  passengers  will  get  out 
here!"  A 

Phileas  Fogg  looked  at  Sir  Francis  Cromarty, 
who  appeared  not  to  understand  this  stop  in  the 
midst  of  a  forest  of  tamarinds  and  acacias.  Passe- 
partout, not  less  surprised,  rushed  on  to  the  track 
and  returned  almost  immediately,  crying :  u  Mon- 
sieur, no  more  railway  1" 


76        TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

"What  do  you  mean?"  asked  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty. 

"  I  mean  that  the  train  goes  no  further !" 

The  brigadier-general  immediately  got  out  of  the 
car.     Phileas  Fogg,   in  no  hurry,   followed    him. 
Bo£h  spoke  to  the  conductor. 
\"  Where  are  we  ?"  asked  Sir  Francis  Cromarty. 

**it  the  hamlet  of  Kholby,"  replied  the  con- 
ductor. 

"We  stop  here?" 

"  Without  doubt.    The  railway  is  not  finished — " 

"How!    It  is  not  finished ?"  * 

"  No !  There  is  still  a  section  of  fifty  miles  to 
construct  between  this  point^  and  Allahabad,  where 
the  track  commences  again. '^1 

"  But  the  papers  have  announced  the  opening  of 
the  entire  line." 

"  But,  general,  the  papers  were  mistaken." 

"  And  you  give  tickets  from  Bombay  to  Calcutta !" 
replied  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  who  was  beginning  to 
be  excited. 

"  Of  course,"  replied  the  conductor ;  "  but  travel- 
ers know  very  well  that  they  have  to  be  otherwise 
transported  from  Kholby  to  Allahabad." 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  was  furious^  Passepartout 
would  have  willingly  knocked  the  conductor  down, 
but  could  not  help  himself.  He  did  not  dare  look 
at  his  master. 

"  Sir  Francis,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  simply,  "  we  will 
go,  if  you  will  be  kind  enough  to  see  about  some 
way  of  reaching  Allahabad." 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.        W 

"  Mr.  Fogg,  this  is  a  delay  absolutely  prejudicial 
to  your  interests !" 

"  No,  Sir  Francis,  it  was  provided  for." 

"  What,  did  you  know  that  the  railway " 

"  Ey  no  means,  but  I  knew  that  some  obstacle  or 
other  would  occur  sooner  or  later  upon  my  route. 
Now,  nothing  is  interfered  with.  I  have  gained 
two  days  which  I  can  afford  to  lose.  A  steamer 
leaves  Calcutta  for  Hong  Kong  at  noon  on  the  25th. 
This  is  only  the  23d,  and  we  shall  arrive  at  Calcutta 
in  time." 

Nothing  could  be  said  in  reply  to  such  complete 
certainty. 

It  was  only  too  true  that  the  finished  portion  of 
the  railway  stopped  at  this  point.  The  newspapers 
are  like  certain  watches  which  have  a  mania  of  get- 
ting ahead  of  time,  and  they  had^  announced  the 
finishing  of  the  line  prematurely.  \JThe  most  of  the 
passengers  knew  of  this  break  in  the  line,  and 
descending  from  the  train  they  examined  the 
vehicles  of  all  sorts  in  the  village^  four-wheeled 
palkigharis,  carts  drawn  by  zebus,  a  sort  of  ox  with 
humps,  traveling  cars  resembling  walking  pagodas, 
palanquins,  ponies,  etc.  \Jk!r.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty,  after  having  hunted  through  the  entire 
village,  returned  without  having  found  anything. 

"  I  shall  go  on  foot,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

Passepartout,  who  had  then  rejoined  his  master, 
made  a  significant  grimace,  looking  down  at  his 
magnificent  but  delicate  slippers.  Yery  fortunately 
he  had  also  been  hunting  for  something,  and  hesita- 
ting a  little  he  said : 


78        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

"  Monsieur,  I  believe  I  have  found  a  means  of 
conveyance." 

"What?" 

"An  elephant,  belonging  to  an  Indian  living  a 
hundred  steps  from  here." 

"Let  us  go  to  see  the  elephant,"  replied  Mr. 
Fogg. 

Five  minutes  later,  Phileas  Fogg,  Sir  Fran- 
cis Cromarty,  and  Passepartout  arrived  at  a  hut 
which  was  against  an  inclosure  of  high  palisades. 
In  the  hut  there  was  an  Indian,  and  in  the  inclosure 
an  elephant.  Upon  their  demand  the  Indian  took 
Mr.  Fogg  and  his  two  companions  into  the  in- 
closure. 

They  found  there  a  half-tamed  animal,  which  his 
owner  was  raisingjjiiot  to  hire  out,  butfas  a  beast  of 
combaij  To  this  end  he  had  commenced  to  modify 
the  naturally  mild  character  of  the  animal  in  a 
manner  to  lead  him  gradually  to  that  paroxysm  of 
rage  called  "  mutsh  "  in  the  Hindoo  language,  and 
that  by  feeding  him  for  three  months  with  sugar 
and  butter.  This  treatment  may  not  seem  the 
proper  one  to  obtain  such  a  result,  but  it  is  none 
the  less  employed  with  success  by  their  keepers. 

Kiouni,  the  animal's  name,  could,  like  all  his  fel- 
lows, go  rapidly  on  a  long  march,  and  in  default  of 
other  conveyance  Phileas  Fogg  determined  to 
employ  him.  But  elephants  are  very  expensive  in 
India,  where  they  are  beginning  to  get  scarce. 
The  males,  which  alone  are  fit  for  circus  feats,  are 
very  much  sought  for.  These  animals  are  rarely 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.        79 

reproduced  when  they  are  reduced  to  the  tame 
state,  so  that  they  can  be  obtained  only  by  hunting. 
J3o  they  are  the  object  of  extreme  care,  and  when 
J£r.  Fogg  asked  the  Indian  if  he  would  hire  him  his 
elephant  he  flatly  refused. 

Fogg  persisted  and  offered  an  excessive  price  for 
the  animal,  ten  pounds  per  hour.  Refused.  Twenty 
pounds.  Still  refused.  Forty  pounds.  Refused 
again.  Passepartout  jumped  at  every  advance  in 
price.  But  the  Indian  would  not  be  temptecLj  The 
sum  was  a  handsome  one,  however.  Admitting  the 
elephant  to  be  employed  fifteen  hours  to  reach 
Allahabad,  it  was  six  hundred  pounds  earned  for 
his  owner. 

Phileas  Fogg,  without  being  at  all  excited,  pro- 
posed then  to  the  Indian  to  buy  his  animal,  and 
offered  him  at  first -one  thousand  pounds.  The 
Indian  would  not  seUj  Perhaps  the  rogue  scented 
a  large  transaction. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  took  Mr.  Fogg  aside  and 
begged  him  to  reflect  before  going  further.  Phileas 
Fogg  replied  to  his  companion  that  he  was  not  in 
the  habit  of  acting  without  reflection,  that  a  bet  of 
twenty  thousand  pounds  was  at  stake,  that  this 
elephant  was  necessary  to  him,  and  that,  should 
he  pay  twenty  times  his  value,  he  would  have  this 
elephant. 

Mr.  Fogg  went  again  for  the  Indian,  whose  small 
eyes,  lit  up  with  greed,  showed  that  with  him  it 
was  only  a  question  of  price.  /JPhileas  Fogg  offered 
successively  twelve  hundred,  fifteen  hundred, 


80        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

eighteen  hundred,  and  finally  two  thousand  pounds. 
Passepartout,  so  rosy  ordinarily,  was  pale  with 
emotion. 

At  two  thousand  pounds  the  Indian  gave  up. 

"  By  my  slippers,"  cried  Passepartout,  "  here  is  a 
magnificent  price  for  elephant  meat !" 

The  business  concluded,  all  that  was  necessary 
was  to  find  a  guide.  That  was  easier.  A  young 
Parsee,  with  an  intelligent  face,  offered  his  services. 
Mr.  Fogg  accepted  him,  and  offered  him  a  large 
reward  to  sharpen  his  wits.  The  elephant  was 
brought  outXand  equipped  i iwithout  delay,  j  The 
Parsee  understood  perfectly  the  business  of  "  mah- 
out," or  elephant  driver.  He  covered  with  a 
sort  of  saddle  cloth  the  back  of  the  elephant,  and 
put  on  each  flank  two  kinds  of  rather  uncomfort- 
able howdahs. 

LPhileas  Fogg  paid  the  Indianjin  banknotes  taken 
from  the  famous  carpet-bag.  It  seemed  as  if  they 
were  taken  from  Passepartout's  very  vitals.  VThen 
Mr.  Fogg  offered  to  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  ta.  con- 
vey him  to  Allahabad.  The  general  acceptedjj  one 
passenger  more  was  not  enough  to  tire  this  enor- 
mous animal.  Some  provisions  were  bought  at 
Kholby.  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  took  a  seat  in  one 
of  the  howdahs,  Phileas  Fogg  in  the  other.  Passe- 
partout got  astride  the  animal,  between  his  master 
and  the  brigadier-general.  The  Parsee  perched 
upon  the  elephant's  neck,  and  at  nine  o'clock  the 
animal,  leaving  the  village,  penetrated  the  thick 
forest  of  palm  trees. 


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CHAPTEE  XII. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AND   HIS    COMPANIONS  VENTURE 
THROUGH  THE  FORESTS  OF  INDIA,  AND  WHAT  FOLLOWS. 

THE  guide,  in  order  to  shorten  the  distance  to  be 
gone  over,  left  to  his  right  the  line  of  the  road,  the 
construction  of  which  was  still  in  process.  This 
line,  very  crooked,  owing  to  the  capricious  ramifi- 
cations of  the  Vindhia  mountains,  did  not  follow 
the  shortest  route,  which  it  was  Phileas  Fogg's  in- 
terest to  take.  The  Parsee,  very  familiar  with  the 
roads  and  paths  of  the  country,  thought  to  gain 
twenty  miles  by  cutting  through  the  forest,  and  they 
submitted  to  him. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  plunged 
to  their  necks  in  their  howdahs,  were  much  shaken 
up  by  the  rough  trot  of  the  elephant,  whom  his 
mahout  urged  into  a  rapid  gait.  But  they  bore  it 
with  the  peculiar  British  apathy,  talking  very  little, 
and  scarcely  seeing  each  other. 

As  for  Passepartout,  perched  upon  the  animal's 
back,  and  directly  subjected  to  the  swaying  from 
side  to  side,  he  took  care,  upon  his  master's  recom- 
mendation, not  to  keep  his  tongue  between  his 
teeth,  as  it  would  have  been  cut  short  off.  The 
good  fellow,  at  one  time  thrown  forward  on  the 


82        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

elephant's  neck,  at  another  thrown  back  upon  his 
rump,  was  making  leaps  like  a  clown  upon  a  spring- 
board. But  he  joked  and  laughed  in  the  midst  of 
his  somersaults,  and  from  time  to  time  he  would 
take  from  his  bag  a  lump  of  sugar,  which  the  in- 
telligent Kiouni  took  with  the  end  of  his  trunk, 
without  interrupting  for  an  instant  his  regular  trot. 

^After  two  hours'  march  the  guide  stopped  the 
elephant,  and  gave  him  an  hour's  restj  The  animal 
devoured  branches  of  trees  and  shrubs,  first  having 
quenched  his  thirst  &t  a  neighboring  pond.  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty  did  not  complain  of  this  halt.  He 
was  worn  out.  Mr.  Fogg  appeared  as  if  he  had  just 
got  out  of  bed. 

"But  he  is  made  of  iron!"  said  the  brigadier- 
general,  looking  at  him  with  admiration. 

"  Of  wrought  iron,"   replied  Passepartout,  who 
was  busy  preparing  a  hasty  breakfast. 

/'At  noon  the  guide  gave  the  signal  for  starting. 
TEe  country  soon  assumed  a  very  wild  aspect.  \  To 
the  large  forests  there  succeeded  copses  of  tamarinds 
and  dwarf  palms,  then  vast,  arid  plains,  bristling 
with  scanty  shrubs,  and  strewn  with  large  blocks  of 
syenites.  All  this  part  of  upper  Bundelcund,  very 
little  visited  by  travelers,  5  inhabited  by  a  fanatical 
population,  hardened  in  the  most  terrible  practices 
of  the  Hindoo  religion.;;  The  government  of  the 
English  could  not  have  been  regularly  established 
over  a  territory  subject  to  the  influence  of  the 
rajahs,  whom  it  would  have  been  difficult  to  reach 
in  their  inaccessible  retreats  in  the  Yindhias. 


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They  were  descending  the  last  declivities  of  the 
Vindhias.  Kiouni  had  resumed  his  rapid  gait. 
Toward  noon  the  guide  went  round  the  village  of 
Kallenger,  situated  on  the  Cani,  one  of  the  tribu- 
taries of  the  Ganges.  He  always  avoided  inhabited 
places,  feeling  himself  safer  in  those  desert,  open 
stretches  of  country  which  mark  the  first  depres- 
sions of  the  basin  of  the  great  river.  Allahabad 
was  not  twelve  miles  to  the  northeast.  Halt  was 
made  under  a  clump  of  banana  trees,  whose  fruit,  as 
healthy  as  bread,  "  as  succulent  as  cream,"  travelers 
say,  was  very  much  appreciated. 

At  two  o'clock  the  guide  entered  the  shelter  of  a 
thick  forest,  which  he  had  to  traverse  for  a  space 
of  several  miles.  He  preferred  to  travel  thus  under 
cover  of  the  woodp  pit  all  events,  up  to  this  mo- 
ment there  had  been  no  unpleasant  meeting,  and  it 
seemed  as  if  the  journey  would  be  accomplished 
without  accident,  when  the  elephant,  showing  some 
signs  of  uneasiness,  suddenly  stoppecLj 

It  was  then  four  o'clock. 

*(JWhat  is  the  matter  ?"  asked  Sir  Francis  Cro- 
marty,  raising  his  head  above  his  howdah. 

"  I  do  not  know,  officer,"  replied  the  Parsee,  lis- 
tening to  a  confused  murmur  which  came  through 
the  thick  branches.  . 

A  few  moments  after,  this  murmur  became  more 

defined.     It  might  have  been  called  a  concert,  still 

very  distant,  of  human  voices  and  brass  instruments. 

\Passepartout  was  all  eyes,  all  ears.     Mr,   Fogg 

waited  patiently,  without  uttering  a  word. 


84        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

The  Parsee  jumped  down,  fastened  the  elephant 
to  a  tree,  and  plunged  into  the  thickest  of  the  under- 
growth. A  few  minutes  later  he  returned,  saying : 

"  A  Brahmin  procession  coming  this  way.  If  it 
is  possible,  let  us  avoid  being  seen." 

The  guide  unfastened  the  elephant,  and  led  him 
into  a  thicket,  recommending  the  travelers  not  to 
descen^i  He  held  himself  ready  to  mount  the  ele- 
phant quickly,  should  flight  become  necessary.  But 
he  thought  that  the  troop  of  the  faithful  would  pass 
without  noticing  him,  for  the  thickness  of  the  foliage 
entirely  concealed  him. 

The  discordant  noise  of  voices  and  instruments 
approached.  Monotonous  chants  were  mingled  with 
the  sound  of  the  drums  and  cymbals.  (^Soon  the 
head  of  the  procession  appeared  from  under  the 
trees^at  fifty  paces  from  the  spot  occupied  by  Mr. 
Fogg  and  his  companions.  Through  the  branches 
they  readily  distinguished  the  curious  personnel  of 
this  religious  ceremony. 

(in  the  first  line  were  the  priests, \with  miters  upon 
their  heads  and  attired  in  long  robes  adorned  with 
gold  and  silver  lace.  [They  were  surrounded  by 
men,  women,  and  children^  who  were  singing  a  sort 
of  funereal  psalmody,  interrupted  at  regular  intervals 
by  the  beating  of  tam-tams  and  cymbals.  -^Behind 
them  on  a  car  with  large  wheels^  whose  spokes  and 
felloes  represented  serpents  intertwined,!  appeared  a 
hideous  statue,  drawn  by  two  pairs  of  richly  capari- 
soned zebusj^  This  statue  had  four  arms,  its  body 
colored  with  dark  red,  its  eyes  haggard,  its  hair 


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TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS.        85 

tangled,  its  tongue  hanging  out,  its  lips  colored  with 
henna  and  betel.  Its  neck  was  encircled  by  a  collar 
of  skulls,  around  its  waist  a  girdle  of  human  hands. 
It  was  erect  upon  a  prostrate  giant,  whose  head  was 
missing. 
1'lSir  Francis  Cromarty  recognized  the  statue  at 


"  The  goddess  Kali,"  he  murmured  ;  "  the  goddess 
of  love  and  death." 

"  Of  death,  I  grant,  but  of  love,  never  !"  said 
Passepartout.  "  The  ugly  old  woman  !" 

The  Parsee  made  him  a  sign  to  keep  quiet.] 

/Around  the  statue  there  was  a  group  of  old  fakirsj 
jumping  and  tossing  themselves  about  convulsively. 
Smeared  with  bands  of  ocher,  covered  with  cross- 
like  cuts,  whence  their  blood  escaped  drop  by  drop 
—  stupid  fanatics,  who,  in  the  great  Hindoo  cere- 
monies, precipitate  themselves  under  the  wheels  of 
the  car  of  Juggernaut. 

[Behind  them,  some  Brahmins,  in  all  the  magnifi- 
cence of  their  Oriental  costume,  were  dragging  a 
woman  who  could  hardly  hold  herself  erect| 

This  woman  was  young,  and  as  fair  as  a  European. 
Her  head,  her  neck,  her  shoulders,  her  ears,  her  arms, 
her  hands,  and  her  toes  were  loaded  down  with 
jewels,  :  necklaces,  bracelets,  earrings,  and  finger- 
rings.  A  tunic,  embroidered  with  gold,  covered 
with  light  muslin,  displayed  the  outlines  of  her 
form. 

IjBehind  this  young  womanjL-a  violent  contrast  for 
the  eyes-tsrere  guards,  armed  with  naked  sabers 


86        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA 78. 

fastened  to  their  girdles  and  long  damaskeened 
pistols,  carrying  a  corpse  upon  a  palanquin. 

It  was  the  body  of  an  old  man,  dressed  in  the  rich 
garments  of  a  rajah^  having,  as  in  life,  his  turban 
embroidered  with  pearls,  his  robe  woven  of  silk  and 
gold,  his  sash  of  cashmere  ornamented  with 
diamonds,  and  his  magnificent  arms  as  an  Indian 
prince. 

iThen,  musicians  and  a  rear-guard  tof  fanatics, 
whose  cries  sometimes  drowned  the  deafening  noise 
of  the  instruments,  closed  up  the  cortege. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  looked  at  all  this  pomp 
with  a  singularly  sad  air,  and  turning  to  the  guide 
he/said : 

*?A  suttee/5 

The  Parsee  made  an  affirmative  sign  and  put  his 
finger  on  his  lips.j^  \The  long  procession  slowly  came 
out  from  the  tree^and  soon  the  last  of  it  disappeared 
in  the  depths  of  the  forest.  <lLittle  by  little  the 
chanting  died  oujZl  There  were  still  the  sounds  of 
distant  cries^and  finally  a  profound  silence  succeeded 
all  this  tumult) 

YJPhileas  Fogg  had  heard  the  word  uttered  by  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty,  and  as  soon  as  the  procession  had 
disappeared  he  asked : 

"  What  is  a  suttee  ?" 

"A  suttee,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  the  brigader- 
general,  "  is  a  human  sacrifice,  but  a  voluntary 
sacrifice.  The  woman  that  you  have  just  seen  will 
be  burned  to-morrow  in  the  early  part  of  the 
day." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.        87 

"  Oh,  the  villains !"  cried  Passepartout,  who  could 
not  prevent  this  cry  of  indignation. 

"  And  this  corpse  ?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  It  is  that  of  the  prince,  her  husband,"  replied 
the  guide,  <^an  independent  rajah  jof  Bundelcund. 

^How,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  without^  his  voice 
betraying  the  least Demotion,  "do  these  barbarous 
customs  still  exist  in  India,  and  the  English  have  not 
been  able  to  extirpate  them  ?" 

"  In  the  largest  part  of  India,"  replied  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty,  "these  sacrifices  do  not  come  to  passj^ 
but  we  have  no  influence  over  these  wild  countries^ 
and  particularly  over  this  territory  of  Bundelcund. 
All  the  northern  slope  of  the  Yindhias  is  the  scene 
of  murders  and  incessant  robberies." 

j^The  unfortunate  woman,"  murmured  Passepar- 
tout, "  burned  alive !" 

"  Yes,"  replied  the  general,  "  burned,  and  if  she 
was  not  you  would  not  believe  to  what  a  miserable 
condition  she  would  be  reduced  by  her  near  rela- 
tives. They  would  shave  her  hair ;  they  would 
scarcely  feed  her  witHJa  few  handfuls  oi^rice  ;  they 
would  repulse  her ;  she  would  be  considered  as  an 
unclean  creature,  and  would  die  in  some  corner  like 
a  sick  dog.]  So  that  the  prospect  of  this  frightful 
existence  frequently  drives  these  unfortunates  to  the 
sacrifice  much  more  than  love  or  religious  fanaticism. 
\Sometimes,  however,  the  sacrifice  is  really  voluntary 
and  the  energetic  intervention  of  the  government 
is  necessary  to  prevent  it/]  Some  years  ago  I  was 
living  at  Bombay,  when  a  young  widow  came  to 


88        TO  Utt  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

the  governor  to  ask  his  authority  for  lier  to  be 
burned  with  the  body  of  her  husband.  As  you  may 
think,  the  governor  refused.  Then  the  widow  left 
the  city,  took  refuge  with  an  independent  rajah, 
and  there  she  finally  successfully  accomplished  the 
sacrifice." 

During  the  narrative  of  the  general  fhe  guide 
shook  his  head,  and  when  he  was  through,  said : 

fjThe  sacrifice  which  takes  place  to-morrow  is  not 
voluntary." 

"  How  do  you  know  ?" 

"  It  is  a  story  which  everybody  in  Bundelcund 
knows,"  replied  the  guidej 

"  But  this  unfortunate  did  not  seem  to  make  any 
resistance,"  remarked  Sir  Francis  Cromarty. 

"  Because  she  was  intoxicated  with  the  fumes  of 
hemp  and  opium." 

'\But  where  are  they  taking  her  ?" 

"  To  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  two  miles  from  here. 
There  she  will  pass  the  night  in  waiting  for  the 
sacrifice." 

"  And  this  sacrifice  will  take  place " 

"  At  the  first  appearance  of  day." 

After  this  answer  the  guide^brought  the  elephant 
out  of  the  dense  thicket  and  jumped  on  his  neck. 
But  at  the  moment  that  hejvas  going  to  start  him 
off  by  a  peculiar  whistle  CSfr.  Fogg  stopped  him, 
and  addressing  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  said :  "  If  we 
could  save  this  woman !" 

"  Save  this  woman,  Mr.  Fogg !"  cried  the  brigadier- 
general 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        89 

"  I  have  still  twelve  hours  to  spare.  I  can  devote 
them  to  her." 

"  Why,  you  are  a  man  of  heart !"  said  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty. 

"Sometimes,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg  simply, 
*  when  I  have  time." ;i. 


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CHAPTER 

IN    WHICH     PASSEPARTOUT    PROVES     AGAIN     THAT    FOB- 
TUNE    SMILES   UPON   THE   BOLD. 

THE  design  was  bold,  full  of  difficulties,  perhaps 
impracticable.  Mr.  Fogg  was  going  to  risk  his  life, 
or  at  least  his  liberty,  and  consequently  the  success 
of  his  plans,  but  he  did  not  hesitate.  He  found,  be- 
sides, a  decided  ally  in  Sir  Francis  Cromarty. 

As  to  Passepartout,  he  was  ready  and  could  be 
depended  upon.  His  master's  idea  excited  him.  He 
felt  that  there  was  a  heart  and  soul  under  this  icy 
covering.  He  almost  loved  Phileas  Fogg. 

Then  there  was  the  guide.  What  part  would  he 
take  in  the  matter  ?  Would  he  not  be  with  the  In- 
dians ?  In  default  of  his  aid  it  was  at  least  neces- 
sary to  be  sure  of  his  neutrality. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  put  the  question  to  him 
frankly. 

io   ^  /        "  Officer,"  replied  the  guide,  "  I  am  a  Parsee,_and 

that  woman  is  a  Parsee.    Make  use  of  me." 

Very  well,  guide,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"However,  do  you  know,"  replied  the  Parsee, 
"that  we  not  only  risk  our  lives,  but  horrible 
punishments  if  we  are  taken.  So  see." 


TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        91 

"  That  is  seen,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "  I  think  that 
we  shall  have  to  wait  for  night  to  act  ?" 

"  I  think  so  too,"  replied  the  guide. 
LThe  brave  Hindoo  then  gave  some  details  as  to 
the  victim.  She  was  an  Indian  of  celebrated  beauty, 
of  the  Parsee  race,  the  daughter  of  a  rich  merchant 
of  Bombay.  She  had  received  in  that  city  an 
absolutely  English  education}  and  from  her  manners 
and  cultivation  she  would  have^been  thought  a 
European.  IJHer  name  was  AoudaJ 

An  orphan,  |she  was  married  against  her  will  to 
this  old  rajah  of  Bundelcund.  Three  months 
after  she  was  a  widow.  Knowing  the  fate  that 
awaited  her,  she  fled,  was  retaken  immediately,  and 
the  relatives  of  the  rajah,  who  had  an  interest  in 
her  death,  devoted  her  to  this  sacrificejfrom  which 
it  seemed  she  could  not  escape. 

/This  narrative  could  only  strengthen  Mr.  Fogg 
and  his  companions  in  their  generous  resolution.  It 
was  decided  that  the  guide  should  turn  the  elephant 
toward  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  which  he  should  ap- 
proach as  near  as  possible. 

A  half-hour  afterward  a  halt  was  made  under  a 
thick  clump  of  trees,  five  hundred  paces  from  the 
pagoda,  which  they  could  not  see,  but  they  heard 
distinctly  the  yellings  of  the  fanatics. 

The  means  of  reaching  the  victim  were  then  dis- 
cussed. The  guide  was  acquainted  with  the  pagoda 
in  which  he  asserted  that  the  young  woman  was 
imprisoned.  Could  they  enter  by  one  of  the  doors, 
when  the  whole  band  was  plunged  into  the  sleep 


93        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

of  drunkenness,  or  would  they  have  to  make  a  hole 
through  the  wall  ?  This  could  be  decided  only  at 
the  moment  and  the  place.  But  there  could  be  no 
doubt  that  the^aMuction  must  be  accomplished 
this  very  night,/aadfnot  when,  daylight  arrived,  the 
victim  would  be  led  to  the  sacrifice.  Then  no 
human  intervention  could  save  her. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  companions  waited  for  night. 
As  soon  as  the  shadows  fell,  toward  six  o'clock  in 
the  evening,  they  determined  to  make  a  recon- 
noissance  around  the  pagoda.  The  last  cries  of  the 
fakirs  had  died  out.  According  to  their  customs, 
these  Indians  were  plunged  in  the  heavy  intoxica- 
tion of  "  hang,"  liquid  opium  mixed  with  an  in- 
fusion of  hemp,  and  it  would  perhaps  be  possible  to 
slip  in  between  them  to  the  temple. 

The  Parsee  guiding,  Mr.  Fogg,  Sir  Francis  Crom- 
arty,  and  Passepartout  advanced  noiselessly  through 
the  forest.  After  ten  minutes'  creeping  under  the 
branches  they  arrived  on  the  edge  of  a  small  river, 
and  there  by  the  light  of  iron  torches,  at  the  end  of 
which  was  burning  pitch,  they  saw  a  pile  of  wood. 
It  was  the  funeral  pile,  made  of  costly  sandalwood, 
and  already  saturated  with  perfumed  oil.  On  its 
upper  part  the  embalmed  body  of  the  rajah  was 
resting,  which  was  to  be  burned  at  the  same  time  as 
his  widow.  At  one  hundred  paces  from  this  pile 
rose  the  pagoda,  whose  minarets  in  the  darkness 
pierced  the  tops  of  the  trees.  "Come,"  said  the 
guide  in  a  low  voice. 

Soon    the    guide    stopped    at   the    end   of   a 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.        93 

clearing,  lit  up  by  a  few  torches.  The  ground  was 
covered  with  groups  of  sleepers,  heavy  with  drunk- 
enness. 

In  the  background,  among  the  trees,  the  temple 
of  Pillaji  stood  out  indistinctly.  But  to  the  great 
disappointment  of  the  guide{the  guards  of  the 
rajahsj  lighted  by  smoky  torches£were  watching  at 
the  doors,/ and  pacing  up  and  down  with  drawn 
sabers^ j  Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  -Francis  Cromarty 
understood  as  well  as  himself  that  they  could  at- 
tempt nothing  on  this  side.  They  stopped  and 
talked  in  a  low  tone. 

"  Let  us  wait,"  said  the  brigadier-general,  "  it  is 
not  eight  o'clock  yet,  and  it  is  possible  that  these 
guards  may  succumb  to  sleep." 

"  That  is  possible  indeed,"  replied  the  Parsee. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  his  companions  stretched  them- 
selves out  at  the  foot  of  a  tree  and  waited. 
)  They  waited  thus  until  midnight.  The  situation 
did  not  change.  The  same  watching  outside.  It 
was  evident  that  they  could  not  count  on  the  drowsi- 
ness of  the  guards. 

After  a  final  conversation  the  guide  said  he  was 
ready^  to  start.  Mr.  Fogg,  Sir  Francis,  and  Passe- 
partout followed  him.  They  made  a  pretty  long 
detour,  so  as  to  reach  the  pagoda  by  the  rear. 

About  a  half-hour  past  midnight  they  arrived 
at  the  foot  of  the  walls  without  having  met  any 
one.  No  watch  had  been  established  on  this  side, 
but  windows  and  doors  were  entirely  wanting. 

But  it  was  not  sufficient  to  reach  the  foot  of  the 


-  J 


94        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

walls ;  it  was  necessary  to  make  an  opening  there. 
For  this  operation  Phileas  Fogg  and  his  companions 
had  nothing  at  all  but  their  pocket-knives.  Fortu- 
nately the  temple  walls  were  composed  of  a  mixture 
of  bricks  and  wood,  which  could  not  be  difficult  to 
make  a  hole  through.  The  first  brick  once  taken 
out  the  others  would  easily  follow. 

They  went  at  it,  making  as  little  noise  as  possible. 
The  Parsee  from  one  side,  and  Passepartout  rrom 
the  other,  worked  to  unfasten  the  bricks,  so  as  to 
get  an  opening  two  feet  wide. 

The  work  was  progressing,  but — unfortunate  mis- 
chance— some  guards  showed  themselves  at  the  rear 
of  the  pagoda  and  established  themselves  there  so  as 
to  hinder  an  approach. 

It  would  be  difficult  to  describe  the  disappoint- 
ment  of  these  four  men,  stopped  in  their  work. 

f^What  can  we  do  but  leave ?"  asked  the  general 
in  a  low  voice. 

"  We  can  only  leave,"  replied  the  guide. 

"  Wait,"  said  Fogg.  « It  will  do  if  I  reach  Alla- 
habad to-morrow  before  noon." 

"  But  what  hope  have  you  ?"  replied  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty.  "  It  will  soon  be  daylight,  and " 

"  The  chance  which  escapes  us  now  may  return  at 
the  last  moment." 

The  general  would  have  liked  to  read  Phileas 
Fogg's  eyesT] 

What  was  this  cold-blooded  Englishman  counting 
on  ?  Would  he,  at  the  moment  of  the  sacrifice,  rush 
toward  the  young  woman  and  openly  tear  her  from 
her  murderers  ? 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS.        95 

That  would  have  been  madness,  and  how  could  it 
be  admitted  that  this  man  was  mad  to  this  degree  ? 
'Nevertheless,  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  consented  to 
wait  until  the  denouement  of  this  terrible  scene,.] 
However,  the  guide  did  not  leave  his  companions  at 
the  spot  where  they  had  hid,  and  he  took  them  back 
to  the  foreground  of  the  clearing.  There,  sheltered 
by  a  clump  of  trees,  they  could  watch  the  sleeping 
groups. 

[In  the  meantime,  Passepartout,  perched  upon  the 
lower  branches  of  a  tree,  was  meditating  an  idea 
which  had  first  crossed  his  mind  like  a  flash,  and 
which  finally  imbedded  itself  in  his  brain. 

He  had  commenced  by  saying  to  himself,  "  "What 
madnessl"  and  now  he  repeated,  "Why  not,  after 
all  ?  It  is  a  chance,  perhaps  the  only  one^and  with 
such  brutes " 

At  all  events  Passepartout  did  not  put  his  thought 
into  any  other  shape,  but  he  was  not  slow  in  sliding 
down,  with  the  ease  of  a  snake,  on  the  lower  branches 
of  the  tree,  the  end  of  which  bent  toward  the  ground. 
[The  hours  were  passing,  and  soon  a  few  less  som- 
ber shades  announced  the  approach  of  day.  But  the 
darkness  was  still  great.] 

(J[t  was  the  time  fixed.  It  was  like  a  resurrection 
in  this  slumbering  crowd.  The  groups  wakened  up. 
The  beating  of  tam-tams  sounded,  songs  and  cries 
burst  out  anew.  The  hour  had  come  in  which  the 
unfortunate  was  to  diej 

TTJie  doors  of  the  pagoda  were  now  opened.  A 
more  intense  light  came  from  the  interior. 


96        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  could  see  the  victim,  all  lighted 
up  whom  two  priests  were  dragging  to  the  outside. 
It  seemed  to  them  that^shaking  off  the  drowsiness 
•..'••  of  intoxication  by  the  highest  instinct  of  self-preser- 
vation^the  unfortunate  woman  was  trying  to  escape^ 
from  her  executioners.  ^  Sir  Francis'  heart  throbbed 
violently,  and  with  a  convulsive  movement  seizing 
Phiieas  Fogg's  hand,  he  felt  that  it  held  an  open 
knife. 

At  this  moment  the  crowd  was  agitateclj  The 
young  woman  had  fallen  again  into  the  stupor  pro- 
duced by  the  fumes  of  the  hemp.  She  passed  between 
the  fakirs,  who  escorted  her  with  their  religious 
cries. 

/JPhileas  Fogg  and  his  companions  followed  her, 
mingling  with  the  rear  ranks  of  the  crowd. 

Two  minutes  after,  they  arrived  at  the  edge  of 
the  river,  and  stopped  less  than  fifty  paces  from  the 
funeral  pile,  upon  which  was  lying  the  rajah's  body. 
In  the  semi-obscurity  they  saw  the  victim,  motion- 
less, stretched  near  her  husband's  corpse. 

Then  a  torch  was  brought,  and  the  wood,  impreg- 
nated with  oil,  soon  took  fire. 

At  this  moment  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  and  the 
guide  held  back  Phileas  Fogg,  who  in  an  impulse  of 
generous  madness  was  going  to  rush  toward  the 
pileJ 

But  Phileas  Fogg  had  already  pushed  them  back, 
when  (the  scene  changed  suddenly.  A  cry  of  terror 
arose.  The  whole  crowd,  frightened,  cast  themselves 
Upon  the  ground. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.        97 

The  old  rajah  was  not  dead,  then ;  he  was  seen 
suddenly  rising  upright,  like  a  phantom,  raising  the 
young  woman  in  his  arms,  descending  from  the  pile,] 
in  the  midst  of  the  clouds  of  smoke  which  gave  him 
a  spectral  appearance. 

£The  fakirs,  the  priests,  overwhelmed  with  a  sud- 
den fear,  were  prostrate,  their  faces  to  the  ground, 
not  daring  to  rafse~Eheir  eyes  j  and  look  at  such  a 
miracle ! 

\JThe  inanimate  victim  was  held  by  the  vigorous 
arms  carrying  her^  without  seeming  to  be  much  of 
a  weight.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  had  remained 
standing.  The  Parsee  had  bowed  his  head,  and 
Passepartout,  without  doubt,  was  not  less  stupefied. 

[The  resuscitated  man  came  near  the  spot  where 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  were,  and  said 
shortly : 

"Let  us  be  off!" 

It  was  Passepartout  himself,  who  had  slipped  to 
the  pile  in  the  midst  of  the  thick  smoke.  It  was 
Passepartout  who,  profiting  by  the  great  darkness 
still  prevailing,  had  rescued  the  young  woman  from 
death !  It  was  Passepartout  who,  playing  his  part 
with  the  boldest  good  luck,  passed  out  in  the  midst 
of  the  general  fright ! 

An  instant  after  the  four  disappeared  in  the  woods, 
and  the  elephant  took  them  onward  with  a  rapid 
trot.  But  cries,  shouts,  and  even  a  ball,  piercing 
Phileas  Fogg's  hat,  apprised  them  that  the  strata- 
gem had  been  discovered. 

Indeed,  on  the  burning  pile  still  lay  the  body  of 


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98        TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

the  old  rajah.    The  priests,  recovered  from  their 
fright,  learned  that  the  abduction  had  taken  place. 

They  immediately  rushed  into  the  forest.  The 
guards  followed  them.  Shots  were  fired ;  but  the 
abductors  fled  rapidly,  and  in  a  few  moments  they 
were  out  of  range  of  balls  or  arrows. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAY&        99 


CHAPTEE  XIV. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEA8  FOGG  DESCENDS  THE  ENTIRE  SPLEN- 
DID VALLEY  OF  THE  GANGES  WITHOUT  EVEN 
THINKING  OF  LOOKING  AT  IT. 

THE  bold  abduction  had  succeeded.  An  hour 
after  Passepartout  was  still  laughing  at  his  success. 
Sir  Francis  Cromarty  grasped  the  hand  of  the  brave 
fellow.  His  master  said  to  him  :  "  Good,"  which  in 
that  gentleman's  mouth  was  equivalent  to  high 
praise.  To  which  Passepartout  replied  that  all  the 
honor  of  the  affair  belonged  to  his  master.  As  for 
himself  he  had  only  had  a  "  droll "  idea,  and  he 
laughed  in  thinking  that  for  a  few  moments  he, 
Passepartout,  the  former  gymnast,  the  ex-sergeant 
of  firemen,  had  been  the  rescuer  of  a  charming 
woman,  the  widow  of  an  old  embalmed  rajah ! 

As  for  the  young  Indian  widow,  she  had  no 
knowledge  of  what  had  passed.  Wrapped  up  in 
traveling  cloaks  she  was  resting  in  one  of  the 
howdahs. 

Meanwhile;  the  elephant,  guided  to  the  greatest 
certainty  by  tEe  Parsee,  moved  on  rapidly  through 
the  still  dark  forest.  One  hour  after  having  left 
the  pagoda  of  Pillaji  he  shot  across  an  immense 
plain.^  At  seven  o'clock  they  halted.  The  young 


100      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T& 

woman  was  still  in  a  state  of  complete  prostration. 
The  guide  made  her  drink  a  few  swallows  of  water 
and  brandy,  but  the  stupefying  influence  which 
overwhelmed  her  continued  for  some  time  longer. 
Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  who  knew  the  effects  of  in- 
toxication produced  by  inhalation  of  the  fumes  of 
hemp,  had  no  uneasiness  on  her  account. 

But  if  the  restoration  of  the  young  woman  was 
not  a  question  in  the  general's  mind,  he  was  not  less 
assured  for  the  future.  He  did  not  hesitate  to  say 
to  Phileas  Fogg  that  if  Mrs.  Aouda  remained  in 
India  she  would  inevitably  fall  again  into  the  hands 
of  her  executioners.  These  fanatics  were  scattered 
throughout  the  entire  peninsula,  and  notwithstand- 
ing the  English  police  they  would  certainly  be  able 
to  recapture  their  victim,  whether  at  Madras,  at 
Bombay,  or  at  Calcutta.  And  in  support  of  this  re- 
mark Sir  Francis  quoted  a  fact  of  the  same  nature 
which  had  recently  transpired.  According  to  his 
view  the  young  woman  would  really  not  be  safe 
until  after  leaving  India. 

Phileas  Fogg  replied  that  he  would  note  these  re- 
marks and  think  them  over. 

fToward  ten  o'clock  the  guide  announced  the  sta- 
tion of  Allahabad.  The  interrupted  line  of  the  sail- 
way  recommenced  there,  whence  trains  traverse,  in 
less  than  a  day  and  a  night,  the  distance  separating 
Allahabad  from  Calcutta. 

Phileas  Fogg  ought  then  to  arrive  in  time  to  take 
a  steamer  which  would  not  leave  until  the  next  day, 
October  25th,  at  noon,  for  Hong  Kong. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN"  EIGHTY  DAYS.      101 

The  young  woman  was  placed  in  a  waiting-room 
of  the  station.  Passepartout  was  directed  to  pur- 
chase for  her  various  articles  of  dressji  such  as  a  robe, 
shawl,  furs,  etc.,  whatever  he  woulcTfind.  His  mas- 
ter opened  an  unlimited  credit  for  him. 

Passepartout  went  out  immediately  and  ran 
through  the  streets  of  the  city.  Allahabad,  that  is, 
the  "  City  of  God,"  is  one  of  the  most  venerated  of 
India  on  account  of  its  being  built  at  the  junction 
of  two  sacred  rivers,  the  Ganges  and  the  Jumna, 
whose  waters  attract  pilgrims  from  the  whole  penin- 
sula. It  is  said  also  that,  according  to  the  legends 
of  the  Kamayana,  the  Ganges  takes  its  source  in 
heaven,  whence,  thanks  to  Brahma,  it  descends  upon 
the  earth. 

In  making  his  purchases  Passepartout  had  soon 
seen  the  city,  at  one  time  defended  by  a  magnificent 
fort,  which  has  become  a  state  prison.  There  are 
no  more  commerce  and  no  more  manufactures  in 
this  city,  formerly  a  manufacturing  and  commercial 
point.  Passepartout,  who  vainly  sought  a  variety 
shop,  such  as  there  was  in  Regent  street,  a  few  steps 
off  from  Farmer  &  Co., [  found  only  at  a  second-hand  ] 
dealer's,  an  old  whimsicaT  Jew,  the;  objects  which  he "^ 
needed-j-a  dress  of  Scotch  stuff,  a  large  mantle,  and 
a  magnificent  otter-skin  pelisse,  for  which  he  did 
not  hesitate  to  pay  seventy-five  pounds.  Thenj  quite 
triumphant,:  he  returned  to  the  station. 

Mrs.  Aouda  commenced  to  revive.  The  influence 
to  which  the  priests  of  Pillaji  had  subjected  her 
disappeared  by  degrees,  and  her  beautiful  eyes  re- 
sumed all  their  Indian  softness. 


103      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TB. 

When  the  poet-king,  Ucaf  Uddaul,  celebrates  the 
charms  of  the  Queen  of  Ahemhnagara,  he  thus  ex- 
presses himself : 

\  "  Her  shining  tresses,  regularly  divided  into  two 
parts,  encircle  the  harmonious  outlines  of  her  deli- 
cate and  white  cheeks,  brilliant  with  their  glow  and 
freshness.  Her  ebony  eyebrows  have  the  form  and 
strength  of  a  bow  of  Kama,  god  of  love  ;  and  under 
her  long  silken  lashes,  in  the  black  pupil  of  her  large 
limpid  eyes,  there  float,  as  in  the  sacred  lakes  of  the 
Himalaya,  the  purest  reflections  of  the  celestial 
light.  Fine,  regular,  and  white,  her  teeth  shine  out 
between  her  smiling  lips  like  dewdrops  in  the  half- 
closed  bosom  of  the  pomegranate  blossom.  Her 
'ears,  types  of  the  symmetric  curves,  her  rosy  hands, 
her  little  feet,  curved  and  tender  as  lotus  buds,  shine 
with  the  splendor  of  the  finest  pearls  of  Ceylon,  the 
most  beautiful  diamonds  of  Golconda.  Her  delicate 
and  supple  waist,  which  a  hand  can  clasp,  heightens 
the  elegant  outline  of  her  rounded  figure,  and  the 
wealth  of  her  bosom,  where  youth  in  its  prime  dis- 
plays its  most  perfect  treasures,  and  under  the  silken 
folds  of  her  tunic  she  seems  to  have  been  modeled  in 
pure  silver  by  the  divine  hand  of  Yicvarcarma,  the 
immortal  sculptor." 

But,  without  all  this  poetic  amplification,  it  is 
sufficient  to  say  that  Mrs.  Aouda,  the  widow  of  the 
rajah  of  Bundelcund,  was  a  charming  woman  in  the 
entire  European  acceptation  of  the  phrase.  She 
spoke  English  with  great  purity,  and  the  guide  had 
not  exaggerated  in  asserting  that  this  young  Parsee 
woman  had  been  transformed  by  education. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.      108 

I  Meanwhile  the  train  was  about  to  leave  Allaha- 
bad. The  Parsee  was  waiting.  Mr.  Fogg  paid  him 
the  compensation  agreed  upon,  without  exceeding  it 
a  farthing.  This  astonished  Passepartout  a  little, 
who  knew  everything  that  his  master  owed  to  the 
devotion  of  the  guide.  The  Parsee,  in  fact,  had 
risked  his  life  voluntarily  in  the  affair  at  Pillaji ; 
and  if,  later,  the  Hindoos  should  learn  it,  he  would 
hardly  escape  their  vengeance. 

The  question  of  Kiouni  also  remained.  What 
would  be  done  with  an  elephant  bought  so  dearly  ? 

But  Phileas  Fogg  had  already  taken  a  resolution 
upon  this  point. 

"  Parsee,"  he  said  to  the  guide,  "  you  have  been 
serviceable  and  devoted.  I  have  paid  for  your  serv- 
ice, but  not  for  your  devotion.  Do  you  wish  this 
elephant  ?  It  is  yours." 

The  eyes  of  the  guide  sparkled. 

"  Your  honor  is  giving  me  a  fortune !"  he  cried. 

"  Accept,  guide,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  "  and  I  will 
be  yet  your  debtor." 

"  Good !"  cried  Passepartout.  "  Take  him,  friend ! 
Kiouni  is  a  brave  and  courageous  animal." 

And  going  to  the  brave  he  gave  him  some  lumps 
of  sugar,  saying : 

"  Here,  Kiouni,  here,  here !" 

The  elephant  uttered  some  grunts  of  satisfaction. 
Then  taking  Passepartout  by  the  waist,  and  encir- 
cling him  with  his  trunk,  he  raised  him  as  high  as 
his  head.  Passepartout,  not  at  all  frightened,  ca- 
ressed the  animal,  who  replaced  him  gently  on  the 


104      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

ground,  and  to  the  shaking  of  the  honest  Kiouni's 
trunk  there  answered  a  vigorous  shaking  of  the  good 
fellow's  hand. 

^X  few  moments  after,  Phileas  Fogg,  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty,  and  Passepartout,  seated  in  a  comfortable 
oar,  the  best  seat  in  which  Mrs.  Aouda  occupied, 
were  running  at  full  speed  toward  Benares. 

Eighty  miles  at  the  most  separate  this  place 
from  Allahabad,  and  they  were  passed  over  in  two 
hours. 

During  this  passage  the  young  woman  completely 
revived y  the  drowsy  fumes  of  the  "hang"  disap- 
pearedr* 

l^What  w^s  her  astonishment  to  find  herself  on 
this  railway,  in  this  compartment,  clothed  in  Euro- 
pean habiliments,  in  the  midst  of  travelers  entirely 
unknown  to  hejD 

At  first  her  companions  gave  her  the  greatest 
care,  and  revived  her  with  a  few  drops  of  liquor ; 
fthen  the  brigadier-general  told  the  story.  He  dwelt 
upon  the  devotion  of  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had  not 
hesitated  to  stake  his  life  to  save  her,  and  upon  the 
denouement  of  the  adventure,  due  to  the  bold  imag- 
ination of  Passepartout. 

Mr.  Fogg  let  him  go  without  saying  a  word. 
Passepartout,  quite  ashamed,  repeated  that  "  it  was 
not  worth  while." 

Mrs.  Aouda  thanked  her  deliverers  profusely,  by 
her  tears  more  than  by  her  wordsT\  Her  beautiful 
eyes,  rather  than  her  lips,  were  the  interpreters  of 
her  gratitude.  Then,  her  thoughts,  carrying  her 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TS.      105 

back  to  the  scenes  of  the  suttee,  seeing  again  the 
Indian  country  where  so  many  dangers  still  awaited 
hej,  she  shuddered  with  terror. 
fPhileas  Fogg  understood  what  was  passing  in 
Mrs.  Aouda's  mind,  and,  to  reassure  her,  offered, 
very  coolly,  to  take  her  to  Hong  Kong,  where  she 
might  remain  until  this  affair  had  died  out. 

Mrs.  Aouda  accepted  the  offer  gratefully.  At 
Hong  Kong  there  resided  one  of  her  relatives]]  a 
Parsee  like  herself,  and  one  of  the  principal  mer- 
chants of  that  city,  which  is  entirely  English,  though 
occupying  a  point  on  the  Chinese  coast. 

{Art  half -past  twelve,  noon,  the  train  stopped  at  the 
Benares  station!  The  Brahmin  legends  assert  that 
this  place  occupies  the  site  of  the  ancient  jCasi,  which 
was  formerly  suspended  in  space,  between  the  zenith 
and  the  nadir,  like  Mohammed's  tomb.  But  at  this 
more  material  period  Benares,  the  Athens  of  India, 
in  the  saying  of  the  Orientals,  was  prosaically  rest- 
ing on  the  earth,  and  Passepartout  could  for  an 
instant  see  its  brick  houses,  its  clay  huts,  which 
gave  it  a  very  desolate  appearance,  without  any 
local  color. 

JHere  was  where  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  was  going 
to  stop,  j  The  troops  which  he  was  rejoining  were 
camping  a  few  miles  to  the  north  of  the  city.  (The 
brigadier-general  then  made  his  adieus  to  Phileas 
Fogg,  wishing  him  all  possible  success,  and  express- 
ing the  wish  that  he  would  recommence  the 
journey  in  a  less  original,  but  more  profitable  man- 
ner. Mr.  Fogg  pressed  lightly  his  companion's 


106      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

fingers.  The  parting  greetings  of  Mrs.  Aouda  were 
more  demonstrative.  She  would  never  forget  what 
she  owed  Sir  Francis  Cromarty.  As  for  Passepar- 
tout he  was  honored  with  a  hearty  shake  of  the 
hand  by  the  general.  Quite  affected,  he  asked 
where  and  when  he  could  be  of  service  to  him, 
Then  they  parted. 

Leaving  Benares  the  railway  followed  in  part  the 
valley  of  the  Ganges.  Through  the  windows  of  the 
car,  the  weather  being  quite  clear,  appeared  the 
varied  country  of  Behar,  mountains  covered  with 
verdure,  fields  of  barley,  corn,  and  wheat,  jungles 
full  of  green  alligators,  villages  well  kept,  forests 
yet  green.  A  few  elephants  and  zebus  with  large 
humps  came  to  bathe  in  the  waters  of  the  sacred 
river,  and  also,  notwithstanding  the  advanced  season 
and  the  already  cold  temperature,  bands  of  Hindoos 
of  both  sexes,  who  were  piously  performing  their 
holy  ablutions.  These  faithful  ones,  the  bitter 
enemies  of  Buddhism,  are  fervent  sectaries  of  the 
Brahmin  religion  which  is  incarnate  in  these  three 
persons :  Yishnu,  the  solar  deity ;  Shiva,  the  divine 
personification  of  the  natural  forces ;  and  Brahma, 
the  supreme  master  of  priests  and  legislators.  But 
in  what  light  would  Brahma,  Shiva,  and  Yishnu 
regard  this  India,  now  "  Britonized,"  when  some 
steamboat  passes,  puffing  and  disturbing  the  con- 
secrated waters  of  the  Ganges,  frightening  the  gulls 
flying  over  its  surface,  the  turtles  swarming  on  its 
banks,  and  the  faithful  stretched  along  its  shores. 

All  this  panorama  passed  like  a  flash,  and  fre- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      107 

quently  a  cloud  of  steam  concealed  its  details 
from  them.  The  travelers  could  scarcely  see  the 
fort  of  Chunar,  twenty  miles  to  the  southeast  of 
Benares,  the  old  stronghold  of  the  rajahs  of  Bihar ; 
Ghazepour,  and  its  large  rose-water  manufactories ; 
the  tomb  of  Lord  Cornwallis  rising  on  the  left  bank 
of  the  Ganges ;  the  fortified  town  of  Buxar ;  Patna, 
the  great  manufacturing  and  commercial  city, 
where  the  principal  opium  market  in  India  is  held ; 
Monghir,  a  more  than  European  town,  as  English 
as  Manchester  or  Birmingham,  famous  for  its  iron 
foundries,  its  manufactories  of  cutlery,  and  whose 
high  chimneys  cover  with  a  black  smoke  the 
heavens  of  Brahma—  a  real  fist-blow  in  the  country 
of  dreams ! 

Then  night  came,  and  in  the  midst  of  the  howl- 
ings  of  the  tigers,  the  bears,  and  the  wolves,  which 
fled  before  the  locomotive,  the  train  passed  on  at 
full  speed,  and  they  saw  nothing  of  the  wonders  of 
Bengal,  or  Golconda,  or  Gour  in  ruins,  or  Mour- 
shedabad,  the  former  capital,  or  Burdwan,  or 
Hougly,  or  Chandarnagar,  that  French  point  in  the 
Indian  territory,  on  which  Passepartout  would  have 
been  proud  to  see  his  native  flag  floating. 

Finally,  fat  seven  o'clock  A.M.,  Calcutta  was 
reached.  TEe  steamer  to  leave  for  Hong  Kong  did 
not  weigh  anchor  until  noon.  Phileas  Fogg  had 
then  five  hours  before  him. 

According  to  his  journal,  this  gentleman  should 
arrive  in  the  capital  of  India,  October  25th,  twenty 
three  days  after  leaving  London,  and  he  arrived 


108      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA78. 

there  on  the  stipulated  day.  He  was  neither  behind 
nor  ahead  of  time.  Unfortunately,  the  two  days 
gained  by  him  between  London  and  Bombay  had 
been  lost,  we  know  how,  in  this  trip  across  the 
Indian  peninsula,  but  it  is  to  be  supposed  that 
Phileas  Fogg  did  not  regret  them.  / 


TOUR  Off  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      109 


CHAPTEE  XY. 

IN  WHICH   THE   BAG  WITH   THE  BANKNOTES   IS    BELIEVED 
OF  A   FEW   THOUSAND   POUNDS   MORE. 


train  had  stopped  at  the  station.  Passepar- 
tout first  got  out  of  the  car,  and  was  followed  by 
Mr.  Fogg,  who  aided  his  young  companion  to 
descend.  Phileas  Fogg  counted  on  going  directly 
to  the  Hong  Kong  steamer,  in  order  to  fix  Mrs. 
Aouda  there  comfortably,  whom  he  did  not  wish  to 
leave  as  long  as  she  was  in  this  country,  so  dan- 
gerous for  her. 

At  the  moment  that  Mr.  Fogg  was  going  out  of 
the  station  a  policeman  approached  him  and  said  : 
*    "Mr.  Phileas  Fogg?" 

"I  am  he." 

"  Is  this  man  your  servant  ?"  added  the  police- 
man, pointing  to  Passepartout.  j 

"Yes." 

"You  will  both  be  so  kind  as  to  follow  me/' 

Mr.  Fogg  made  no  movement  indicating  any 
surprised  This  agent  was  a  representative  of  the 
law,  and  for  every  Englishman  the  law  is  sacred. 
\Passepartout,  with  his  French  habits,  wanted  -to 
;use  the  matter,  but  the  policeman  touched  him 


HO      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

with  his  stick,  and  j  Phileas  Fogg  made  him  a  sign 
to  obeyjj 

^TMs  young  lady  can  accompany  us?"  asked 
MrTFogg. 

"  She  can,"  replied  the  policeman. 

The  policemaiuxmducted  Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda, 
and  Passepartouyto  a  palki-gharijji  sort  of  four- 
wheeled  vehicle  with  £our  seatj£j  drawn  by  two 
horses.  They  started.  [No  one  spoke  during] the 
twenty  minutes' [ride] 

The  vehicle  first  crossed  the  "  black  town,"  with 
its  narrow  streets,  its  huts  in  which  groveled  a  mis- 
cellaneous population,  dirty  and  ragged ;  then  they 
passed  through  the  European  town,  adorned  with 
brick  houses,  shaded  by  cocoanut  trees,  bristling 
with  masts,  through  which,  notwithstanding  the 
early  hour,  were  driving  handsomely  dressed  gentle- 
men, in  elegant  turnouts. 

VThe  palki-ghari  stopped  before  a  dwelling  of  plain 
appearancgjiut  which  was  not  used  for  private 
purposes.  CDie  policeman  let  his  prisoners  out,  for 
they  could,  indeed,  be  called  thus;  and  he  led  them 
into  a  rooiVith  grated  windows/Saying  to  them : 

"  At  half -past  eight  you  will  appear  before  Judge 
Obadiah." 

Then  he  left,  and  closed  the  doq£\ 

£j$ee !  f  we  are    prisoners !"    cried  Passepartout^ 
dropping  into  a  chair. 

\JMrs.  Aouda,  addressing  Mr.  Fogg  immediately, 
said  in  a  voice  whose  emotion  she  sought  in  vain  to 
disguise: 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      HI 

"Sir,  you  must  leave  me!  It  is  on  my  account 
that  you  are  pursued!  It  is  because  you  have 
rescued  me  !"• 

Phileas  Fogg  contented  himself  with  saying  that 
that  would  not  be  possible.  Pursued  on  account  of 
this  suttee  affair!  Inadmissible!  \Howwould  the 
complainants,  dare  present  themselve£3  There  was 
a  mistake.  pMr.  Fogg  added  that,  in  any  event,  he 
would  not  aBandon  the  young  woman,  and  that  he 
would  take  her  to  Hong  Kong/' 

^But  the  steamer  leaves  at  noon!"  remarked 
Passepartout. 

"Before  noon  we  will  be  on  board,"  was  the 
simple  reply  of  the  impassible  gentleman. 

This  was  so  flatly  asserted  that  Passepartout 
could  not  help  saying  to  himself : 

"  Pwrbleu  !  that  is  certain !  before  noon  we  will 
be  on  board !"  But  he  was  not  at  all  reassured. 

At  half -past  eight  the  door  of  the  room  was 
opened.  The  policeman  reappeared,  and  he  led 
the  prisoners  into  the  next  roomT^  It  was  a  court- 
room, and  quite  a  large  crowd,  composed  of  Eu- 
ropeans and  natives,  already  occupied  the  rear  of 
the  room. 

TMr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  were 
sealed  on  a  bench  in  front  of  the  seats  reserved  for 
the  magistrate  and  the  clerk. 

This  magistrate,  Judge  Obadiah,  entered  almost 
immediatelyjfollowed  by  the  clerk.  He  was  a  large, 
fat  man.  He  took  down  a  wig  hung  on  a  nail  and 
hastily  put  it  on  his  head. 


112      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

"  The  first  case,"  he  said. 

But,  putting  his  hand  on  his  head,  he  said : 

"  Humph !  this  is  not  my  wig !" 

"  That's  a  fact,  Mr.  Obadiah,  it  is  mine,"  replied 
the  clerk. 

"  My  dear  Mr.  Oysterpuff,  how  do  you  think  that 
a  judge  can  give  a  wise  sentence  with  a  clerk's  wig  ?" 

An  exchange  of  wigs  had  been  made.  During 
these  preliminaries  Passepartout  was  boiling  over 
with  impatience,  for  the  hands  appeared  to  him  to 
move  terribly  fast  over  the  face  of  the  large  clock 
in  the  courtroom. 

"  The  first  case,"  said  Judge  Obadiah  again. 

£Phileas  Fogg?"  said  Clerk  Oysterpufl^ 

"Here  I  am,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Passepartout  ?" 

"  Present !"  replied  Passepartout. 

"  Good !"  said  Judge  Obadiah.  "  For  two  days, 
prisoners,  you  have  been  looked  for  upon  the  ar- 
rival of  the  trains  from  Bombay." 

"  But  of  what  are  we  accused  ?"  cried  Passepar- 
tout impatiently.  _. 

"  You  shall  know  now,"  replied  the  judged 

."  Sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  then,  "  I  am  an  English 
citizen,  and-have  the  right " 

"  Have  you  been  treated  disrespectfully  ?"  asked 
Mr.  Obadiah. 

«  Not  at  all" 

1'  Yery  well,  let  the  complainants  come  in." 

LJJpon  the  order  of  the  judge  a  door  was  opened, 
and  three  Hindoo  priests  were  led]  in  by  a  tipstaff. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      113 

"  "Well,  well !"  murmured  Passepartout,  "  they 
are  the  rascals  who  were  going  to  burn  our  young 
lady!" 

The  priests  stood  up  before  the  judge,  and  the 

clerk  read  in  a  loud  voice  a  complaint  of  sacrilege, 

[^referred  against  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg  and  his  servant, 

accused  of  having  violated  a  place  consecrated  by 

the  Brahmin  religion. 

"  You  have  heard  the  charge  ?"  the  judge  asked 
Phileas  Fogg. 

"Yes,  sir,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  consulting  his 
watch,  "  and  I  confess  it." 

"Ah!   You  confess?" 

"  I  confess  and  expect  these  three  priests  to  con- 
fess in  their  turn  what  they  were  going  to  do  at  the 
pagoda  of  Pillaji." 

The  priests  looked  at  each  other.  They  did  not 
seem  to  understand  the  words  of  the  accused. 

"Truly!"  cried  Passepartout  impetuously,  "at 
the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  where  they  were  going  to 
burn  their  victim !" 

More  stupefaction  of  the  priests,  and  profound  as- 
tonishment of  Judge  Obadiah. 

"What  victim?"  he  answered.  "Burn  whom? 
In  the  heart  of  the  city  of  Bombay  ?" 

"  Bombay  ?"  cried  Passepartout. 

"  Certainly.  We  are  not  speaking  of  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji,  but  of  the  pagoda  of  Malebar  in  Bom- 
bay 

And  as  a  proof  here  are  the  desecrator's 
the  clerk,  putting  a  pair  on  his  desk. 


114      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

YMy  shoes !"   cried   Passepartout^/who,  surprised 
at  me  last  charge,  could  not  prevent  this  involuntary 

exclamation. 

C^The  confusion  in  the  minds  of  the  master  and 
servant  may  be  imagined.  They  had  forgotten  the 
incident  of  the  pagoda  of  Bombay,  and  that  was  the 
very  thing  which  had  brought  them  before  the 
magistrate  in  Calcutta. 

In  fact,  Fix  understood  the  advantage  that  he 
might  get  from  this  unfortunate  affair.  Delaying 
his  departure  twelve  hours,  he  had  taken  counsel 
with  the  priests  of  Malebar  HifiJ  and  had  promised 
them  large  damages,  knowing  very  well  that  the 
English  government  was  very  severe  upon  this 
kind  of  trespass 'fthen  by  tne  following  train  he  had 
sent  them  forward  on  the  track  of  the  perpetrator!) 
But,  in  consequence  of  the  time  employed  in  the  de- 
liverance of  the  young  widow jjfix.  and  the  Hindoos 
arrived  at  Calcutta  before  Phileas  Fogg  and  his 
servant^whom  the  authorities,  warned  by  telegraph, 
were  to  arrest  as  they  got  out  of  the  train.  The 
disappointment  of  Fix  may  be  judged  of,  when  he 
learned  that  Phileas  Fogg  had  not  yet  arrived  in 
the  capital  of  India.  He  was  compelled  to  think 
that  his  robber,  stopping  at  one  of  the  stations  of 
the  Peninsular  Eailway,  had  taken  refuge  in  the 
northern  provinces.  O^or  twenty-four  hours,  in  the 
greatest  uneasiness,  Fix  watched  for  him  at  the 
station.  What  was  his  joy  then  when,  this  very 
morning,  he  saw  him  get  out  of  the  car,  accompanied, 
it  is  true,  by  a  young  woman  whose  presence  he  could 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      116 

not  explain.  He  immediately  sent  a  policeman 
after  him ;  and  this  is  how  Mr.  Fogg,  Passepartout, 
and  the  widow  of  the  rajah  of  Bundelcund  were 
taken  before  Judge  Obadiaj£) 

And  if  Passepartout  had  been  ]ess  preoccupied 
with  his  affair,  he  would  have  perceived  in  a  corner 
of  the  room  the  detective,  who  followed  the  discus- 
sion with  an  interest  easy  to  understand,  for  at 
Calcutta,  as  at  Bombay,  and  as  at  Suez,  the  warrant 
of  arrest  was  still  not  at  hand ! 

But  Judge  Obadiah  had  taken  a  note  of  the  con- 
fession escaped  from  Passepartout,  who  would  have 
given  all  he  possessed  to  recall  his  imprudent 
words. 

"  [The  facts  are  admitted  ?"  said  the  judge. 

"  Admitted,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg  coldly. 

^Inasmuch,"  continued  the  judge,^  as  the  English 
law  intends  to  protect  equally  and"  rigorously  all  the 
religions  of  the  people  of  India  the  trespass  being 
admitted  by  this  man  Passepartout,  convicted  of 
having  violated  with  sacrilegious  feet  the  pavement 
of  the  pagoda  of  Malebar  Hill  in  Bombay,  on  the 
20th  day  of  October)^  sentence  the  said  Passepar- 
tout to  fifteen  days'  imprisonment,  and  a  fine  of 
three  hundred  pounds7| 

"Three  hundred  pounds!"  cried  Passepartout, 
who  was  really  only  alive  to  the  fine. 

"  Silence  1"  said  the  tipstaff  in  a  shrill  voice. 

"  And,"  added  Judge  Obadiah,  "  inasmuch  as  it  is 
not  materially  proved  that  there  was  not  a  con- 
nivance between  the  servant  and  the  master,  the 


116      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

latter  of  whom  ought  to  be  held  responsible  for  the 
acts  and  gestures  of  a  servant  in  his  employ  jj 
detain  the  said  Phileas  Fogg  and  sentence  him  to 
eight  days'  imp-isonment  and  one  hundred  and 
fifty  pounds  fme.J  Clerk,  call  another  case !" 

Fix,  in  his  corner,  experienced  an  unspeakable 
satisfaction.  Phileas  Fogg,  detained  eight  days  in 
Calcutta !  It  would  be  more  than  time  enough  for 
the  warrant  to  arrive. 

Passepartout  was  crushed.  This  sentence  would 
ruin  his  master.  A  wager  of  twenty  thousand 
pounds  lost,  and  all  because,  in  the  height  of  folly, 
he  had  gone  into  that  cursed  pagoda ! 

Phileas  Fogg,  as  much  master  of  himself  as  if 
this  sentence  did  not  concern  him,  did  not  even 
knit  his  eyebrows.  But  at  the  moment  that  the 
clerk  was  calling  another  case,  he  rose  and  said : 

{l  offer  bail." 

"It  is  your  right,"  replied  the  judge] 

Fix  felt  a  cold  shudder  down  his  back,  but  he  re- 
covered himself  again  when  he  heard  the  judge, 
"  in  consideration  of  the  fact  of  Phileas  Fogg  and 
his  servant  both  being  strangers,"  fix  the  bail  at  the 
enormous  sum  of  one  thousand  pounds. 

It  would  cost  Mr.  Fogg  two  thousand  pounds,  un- 
less he  would  be  cleared  from  his  sentence. 

"  I  will  pay  it,"  said  that  gentleman. 
[And  he  took  from  the  bag  which  Passepartout 
carried  a  bundle  of  banknotes,  which  he  placed  on 
the  clerk's  desk. 

"  This  sum  will  be  returned  to  you  on  coming  out 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      H7 

of  prison,"  said  the  judge.  "  In  the  meantime  you 
are  free  under  bail." 

^Come,"  said  Phileas  Fogg  to  his  servant. 

"  But  they  should  at  least  return  me  my  shoes," 
cried  Passepartout,  with  an  angry  movement. 

They  returned  him  his  shoes. 

"  These  are  dear !"  he  murmured ;  "  more  than  a 
thousand  pounds  apieceTJ  Without  counting  that 
they  pinch  me !" 

Passepartout,  with  a  very  pitiful  look,  followed 
Mr.  Fogg,  who  had  offered  his  arm  to  the  young 
woman.  Fix  still  hoped  that  his  robber  would  not 
decide  to  surrender  this  sum  of  two  thousand 
pounds,  and  that  he  would  serve  out  his  eight  days 
inprison.  He  put  himself,  then,  on  Fogg's  tracks. 

\Mr.  Fogg  took  a  carriage,  into  which  Mrs.  Aouda, 
Passepartout,  and  he  got  immediately.  Fix  ran  be- 
hind the  carriage,  which  soon  stopped  on  one  of  the 
wharves^  the  city. 

Half  a  mile  out  in  the  harbor  (the  Eangoon 
was  anchored,  her  sailing  flag  hoisted  to  the  top  of 
the  mast.  Eleven  o'clock  struck.  Mr.  Fogg  was 
one  hour  ahead.  Fix  saw  him  get  out  of  the 
carriage,  and  embark  in  a  boat  with  Mrs.  Aouda 
and  his  servant.  The  detective  stamped  his  foot. 

"  The  rascal !"  he  cried  :  "  he  is  going  off !  Two 
thousand  pounds  sacrificed^  Prodigal  as  a  robber ! 
Ah  !\J  will  follow  him  to  the  end  of  the  world,  if  it 
is  necessaryj  but,  at  the  rate  at  which  he  is  going, 
all  the  stolen  money  will  be  gone." 

The  detective  had  good  reason  for  making  this 


118      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

remark.  In  fact,  since  he  left  London,  what  with 
traveling  expenses,  rewards,  the  elephant  purchase, 
bail,  and  fines,  Phileas  Fogg  had  already  scattered 
more  than  five  thousand  pounds  on  his  route,  and 
the  percentage  of  the  sum  recovered,  promised  to 
the  detectives,  was  constantly  diminishing. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      119 


^CHAPTEK  XVI. 

IN  WHICH  FIX  HAS  NOT  THE  APPEARANCE  OF  KNOWING 
ANYTHING  ABOUT  THE  MATTEB8  CONCERNING  WHICH 
THEY  TALK  TO  HIM. 


Eangoon^  one  of  the  vessels  employed  by 
the  Peninsular  and  Oriental  Company  in  the  Chinese 
and  Japanese  seas,  was  an  iron  screw  steamer,  of 
seventeen  hundred  and  seventy  tons,  and  nominally 
of  four  hundred  horse-power.  She  (was  equally 
swift,  but  not  so  comfortable  as  the  Mongolia.  , 
Mrs.  Aouda  was  not  as  well  fixed  in  her  as  Phileas 
Fogg  would  have  desired.  But  after  all  it  was  only 
a  distance  of  three  thousand  five  hundred  miles,  and 
the  young  woman  did  not  show  herself  a  trouble- 
some passenger. 

\I)uring  the  first  few  days  of  the  passage  Mrs. 
Aouda  became  better  acquainted  with  Phileas  Fogg. 
On  every  occasion  she  showed  him  the  liveliest 
gratitude^}  The  phlegmatic  gentleman  listened  to 
her,  at  least  in  appearance,  with  the  most  extreme 
indifference,  not  one  tone  of  his  voice  or  gesture  be- 
traying in  him  the  slightest  emotion.  He  saw  that 
she  was  wanting  in  nothing.  fAt  certain  hours  he 
came  regularly,  if  not  to  talk  with  her,  at  least  to 
listen  to  her.  He  fulfilled  toward  her  the  duties  of 


120      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

the  strictest  politeness^  but  with  the  grace  and 
startling  effects  of  an  automaton  whose  movements 
had  been  put  together  for  that  purpose.  Mrs. 
Aouda  did  not  know  what  to  think  of  him,  but 
Passepartout  had  explained  to  her  a  little  the 
eccentric  character  of  his  master.  He  had  told  her 
what  sort  of  a  wager  was  taking  him  round  the 
worldT?  Mrs.  Aouda  had  smiled  !  but,  after  all,  she 
owed  her  life  to  him,  and  her  deliverer  could  not 
lose,  because  she  saw  him  through  her  gratitude. 

Mrs.  Aouda  confirmed  the  narrative  of  the  guide 
in  reference  to  her  affecting  history.  She  belonged, 
in  fact,  to  the  race  which  occupied  the  first  rank 
among  the  natives.  Several  Parsee  merchants  have 
made  large  fortunes  in  India  in  the  cotton  trade. 
One  of  them,  Sir  James  Jejeebhoy,  was  raised  to  the 
nobility  by  the  English  government,  and  Mrs.  Aouda 
was  a  relative  of  this  rich  person,  who  lived  in 
Bombay.  It  was  indeed  a  cousin  of  Sir  Jejeebhoy 
the  honorable  Jejeeh,  whom  she  counted  on  joining 
at  Hong  Kong.  "Would  she  find  a  refuge  with  him 
and  assistance?  She  could  not  say  so  positively. 
To  which  Mr.  Fogg  replied  that  she  should  not  be 
uneasy,  and  everything  would  be  mathematically 
arranged.  That  was  the  phrase  he  used. 

Did  the  young  woman  understand  this  horrible 
adverb?  We  do  not  know.  However,  her  large 
eyes  were  fixed  upon  those  of  Mr.  Fogg — her  large 
eyes  "  clear  as  the  sacred  lakes  of  the  Himalaya !" 
But  the  intractable  Fogg,  as  reserved  as  ever,  did 
not  seem  to  be  the  man  to  throw  himself  into  this 
lake. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      121 

The  first  part  of  the  Eangoon's  voyage  was  ac- 
complished under  excellent  conditions.  The  weather 
was  moderate.  All  the  lower  portion  of  the 
immense  Bay  of  Bengal  was  favorable  to  the 
steamer's  progress.  The  Kangoon  soon  sighted 
the  great  Andaman,  the  principal  one  of  the  group 
of  islands  which  is  distinguished  by  navigators  at  a 
great  distance  by  the  picturesque  Saddle  Peak 
mountain,  two  thousand  four  hundred  feet  high. 

They  kept  pretty  close  to  the  coast.  The  savage 
Papuans  of  the  island  did  not  show  themselves. 
They  are  beings  in  the  lowest  grade  of  humanity, 
but  they  have  been  wrongfully  called  cannibals. 

The  panoramic  development  of  this  island  was 
superb.  Immense  forests  of  palm  trees,  arecas,  bam- 
boo, nutmeg  trees,  teak  wood,  giant  mimosas,  and 
tree-like  ferns  covered  the  country  in  the  fore- 
ground, and  in  the  background  there  stood  out  in 
relief  the  graceful  outline  of  the  mountains.  Along 
the  shore  there  swarmed  by  thousands  those  pre- 
cious swallows  whose  eatable  nests  form  a  dish 
much  sought  for  in  the  Celestial  Empire.  But  all 
this  varied  spectacle  offered  to  the  eyes  by  the  An- 
daman group  passed  quickly,  and  the  Rangoon 
swiftly  pursued  her  way  toward  the  Straits  of 
Malacca,  which  were  to  give  her  access  to  the 
Chinese  seas. 

During  this  trip  what  was  Detective  Fix  doing, 
so  unluckily  dragged  into  a  voyage  round  the  world  ? 
On  leaving  Calcutta,  after  having  left  instructions 
to  forward  the  warrant  to  him  at  Hong  Kong,  if  it 

Vol.    2 


122      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

should  arrive/he  succeeded  in  getting  aboard  the 
Eangoon  without  being  perceived  by  Passepartout, 
and  he  hoped  that  he  might  conceal  his  presence 
until  the  arrival  of  the  steamer.  In  fact,  it  would 
have  been  difficult  for  him  to  explain  how  he  was 
on  board,  without  awaking  the  suspicions  of  Passe- 
partout, who  thought  he  was  in  Bombay.  But  he 
was  led  to  renew  his  acquaintance  with  the  good 
fellow  by  the  very  logic  of  circumstances.  How  ? 
We  will  see. 

All  the  hopes,  all  the  desires  of  the  detective  were 
now  concentrated  on  a  single  point  in  the  world, 
Hong  Kong — for  the  steamer  would  stop  too  short 
a  time  in  Singapore  for  him  to  operate  in  that 
city.  The  arrest  of  the  robber  must  then  be  made 
in  Hong  Kong,  or  he  would  escape  irrecoverably. 

In  fact>xHong  Kong  was  still  English  soil,  but 
the  lasj^he  would  find  on  the  road.  Beyond,  China, 
Japan,  America  would  offer  a  pretty  certain  refuge 
to  Mr.  Fogg.  At  Hong  Kong,  if  he  should  finally 
find  there  the  warrant  of  arrest,  which  was  evi- 
dently running  after  him,  Fix  would  arrest  Fogg, 
and  put  him  in  the  hands  of  the  local  police.  No 
difficulty  there,  ^ut  after  Hong  Kong  a  simple 
warrant  of  arrest  would  not  be  sufficient.  An  ex- 
tradition order  would  be  necessarjjf*  Thence  delays 
and  obstacles  of  every  kind,  of  which  the  rogue 
would  take  advantage  to  escape  finally.  If  he  failed 
at  Hong  Kong,  it  would  be,  if  not  impossible,  at 
least  very  difficult  to  attempt  it  again  with  any 
chance  of  success. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      123 


'^Then,"  repeated  Fix,  during  the  long  hours  that 
he  passed  in  his  cabin,  "  then,  either  the  warrant 
will  be  at  Hong  Kong  and  I  will  arrest  my  man,  or 
it  will  not  be  there,  and  this  time  I  must,  at  all 
hazards,  delay  his  departure  !  I  have  failed  at  Bom- 
bay, I  have  failed  at  Calcuttajj,  If  I  miss  at  Hong 
Kong  I  shall  lose  my  reputation  !  _f)ost  what  it 
may,  I  must  succeed.  '*'\  But  what  means  shall  I  em- 
ploy to  delay,  if  it  is  necessary,  the  departure  of 
this  accursed  FoggJ^ 

As  a  last  resort  MX  had  decided  to  tell  everything 
to  Passepartout,  to  let  him  know  who  the  master 
was  that  he  was  serving,  and  whose  accomplice  he 
certainly  was  not.  Passepartout,  enlighted  by  this 
revelation,  fearing  to  be  compromised,  would  with- 
out doubt  take  sides  with  him,  Fix?)  But  it  was  a 
very  hazardous  means,  which  could  only  be  em- 
ployed in  default  of  any  other.  One  word  from 
Passepartout  to  his  master  would  have  been  suffi- 
cient to  compromise  the  affair  irrevocably. 

The  detective  was  then  extremely  embarrassed 
when  the  presence  of  Mrs.  Aouda  on  board  of  the 
Rangoonjxin  company  with  Phileas  Fogg,;  opened 
new  perspectives  to  him. 

Who  was  this  woman  1  What  combination  of 
circumstances  had  made  her  Fogg's  companion? 
The  meeting  had  evidently  taken  place  between 
Bombay  and  Calcutta.  But  at  what  point  of  the 
peninsula  ?  [Was  it  chance  which  had  brought  to- 
gether PhileaTFogg  and  the  young  traveler  ?  Had 
not  this  journey  across  India,  on  the  contrary,  been 


124      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

undertaken  by  this  gentleman  with  the  aim  of  join- 
ing this  charming  person  ?  For  she  was  charming ! 
Fix  had  had  a  good  view  of  her  in  the  audience  hall 
of  the  Calcutta  tribunaLJ 

It  may  be  comprehended  to  what  a  point  the  de- 
tective would  be  entangled.  He  asked  himself  if 
there  was  not  a  criminal  abduction  in  this  affair. 
Yes  !  that  must  be  it !  This  idea  once  fastened  in 
the  mind  of  Fix,  and  he  recognized  all  the  advan- 
tage that  he  could  get  from  this  circumstance. 
Whether  this  young  woman  was  married  or  not, 
there  was  an  abduction,  and  it  was  possible  to  put 
the  ravisher  in  such  embarrassment  in  Hong  Kong 
that  he  could  not  extricate  himself  by  paying 
money. 

But  it  was  not  necessary  to  await  the  arrival  of 
the  Kangoon  at  Hong  Kong.  This  Fogg  had  the 
detestable  habit  of  jumping  from  one  vessel  into  an- 
other, and  before  the  affair  was  entered  upon  he 
might  be  far  enough  off. 

The  important  thing  was  to  warn  the  English 
authorities,  and  to  signal  the  Kangoon  before  her 
arrival.  Now,  nothing  would  be  easier  to  accom- 
plish, as  the  steamer  would  put  in  at  Singapore, 
which  is  connected  with  the  Chinese  coast  by  a  tele- 
graph line. 

But,  before  acting,  and  to  be  more  certain^Fix 
determined  to  question  Passepartout.  He  knew  it 
was  not  very  difficult  to  start  the  young  man  talk- 
ingjand  he  decided  to  throw  off  the  incognito  that 
he  had  maintained  until  that  time.  Now  there  was 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      125 

no  time  to  lose.  It  was  October  31st,  and  the  next 
day  the  Rangoon  would  drop  anchor  at  Singapore. 
[This  very  day,  Qcto"ber30th,  Fix,  leaving  his  cabin, 
went  upon  deck  with  the  intention  of  meeting 
Passepartout  first,  with  signs  of  the  greatest  sur- 
prise. Passepartout  was  walking  in  the  forward 
part  of  the  vessel  when  the  detective  rushed  toward 
him,  exclaiming : 

"  Is  this  you,  on  the  Rangoon  ?" 

"Monsieur  Fix  aboard!"  replied  Passepartout, 
very  much  surprised,  recognizing  his  old  acquaint- 
ance of  the  Mongolia.  "What!  I  left  you  at 
Bombay,  and  I  meet  you  again  on  the  route  to 
Hong  Kong !  Are  you  also  making  the  tour  of  the 
world?" 

"  No,  no,"  replied  Fix.  "  I  expect  to  stop  at  Hong 
Kong,  at  least  for  a  few  days." 

"  Ah !"  said  Passepartout,  who  seemed  astonished 
for  a  moment.  "But  why  have  I  not  seen  you 
aboard  since  we  left  Calcutta  ?" 

"  Indeed,  I  was  sick — a  little  seasickness — I  re- 
mained lying  down  in  my  cabinj-l  did  not  get 
along  as  well  in  the  Bay  of  Bengalas  in  the  Indian 
Ocean.  (And  your  master,  Phileas  Foggf} 

*Cls  in  perfect  health,  and  as  punctual  as  his 
diary !  Not  one  day  behind !  Ah  !  Monsieur  Fix, 
you  do  not  know  it,  but  we  have  a  young  lady  with 
us  also." 

"  A  young  lady  ?"  replied  the  detective,  who  acted 
exactly  as  if  he  did  not  understand  what  his  com- 
panion was  saying. 


126      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

But  Passepartout  soon  gave  him  the  thread  of  the 
wfcole  story!\  He  related  the  incident  of  the  pa- 
goda in  Bombay,  the  purchase  of  the  elephant  at 
the  cost  of  two  thousand  pounds,  the  suttee  affair, 
the  abduction  of  Aouda,  the  sentence  of  the  Cal- 
cutta court,  and  their  freedom  under  bail.  Fix, 
who  knew  the  last  portion  of  these  incidents, 
seemed  not  to  know  any  of  them,  and  Passe- 
partout gave  himself  up  to  the  pleasure  of  telling 
his  adventures  to  a  hearer  who  showed  so  much 
interest. 

<\But,"  asked  Fix  at  the  end  of  the  story,  "  does 
your  master  intend  to  take  this  young  woman  to 
Europe?" 

"  Not  at  all,  Monsieur  Fix ;  not  at  all !  We  are 
simply  going  to  put  her  in  charge  of  one  of  her  rela- 
tives, a  rich  merchant  of  Hong  KongTJ 

"  Nothing  to  be  done  there,"  said  the  detective  to 
himself,  concealing  his  disappointment.  "  Take  a 
glass  of  gin,  Mr.  Passepartout." 

"With  pleasure,  Monsieur  Fix.  It  is  the  least 
that  we  should  drink  to  our  meeting  aboard  the 
Rangoon." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      137 


OHAPTEE  XYII. 

CN"  WHICH    ONE    THING  AND  ANOTHER    IS    TALKED   ABOUT 
DURING  THE  TEIP  FROM  SINGAPORE  TO  HONG  KONG. 

r~  ^\ 

COPTER  this  day  Passepartout]  and  the  detective 

jnet  frequently,  but  the  latter  maintained  a  very 
great  reserve  toward  his  companion,  and  he  did  not 
try  to  make  him  talk.  Once  or  twice  only  he  had  a 
glimpse  of  Mr.  Fogg,  who  was  glad  to  remain  in  the 
grand  saloon  of  the  Rangoon,  either  keeping  com- 
pany with  Mrs.  Aouda,  or  playing  at  whist,  accord- 
ing to  his  invariable  habit. 

^As  for  Passepartout,  he  (thought  very  seriously 
over  the  singular  chance  which  had  once  more  put 
Fix  on  his  master's  route/]  And  in  fact  it  was  a 
little  surprising.  This  gentleman,  very  amiable  and 
very  complacent  certainly,  whom  they  met  first  at 
Suez,  who  embarked  upon  the  Mongolia,  who 
landed  at  Bombay,  where  he  said  that  he  would 
stop,  whom  they  meet  again  on  the  Rangoon,  en 
route  for  Hong  Kong — in  a  word,  following  step  by 
step  the  route  marked  out  by  Mr.  Fogg — he  was 
worth  the  trouble  of  being  thought  about.  There 
was  at  least  a  singular  coincidence  in  it  all.  What 
interest  had  Fix  in  it  ?  Passepartout  was  ready  to 
bet  his  slippers — he  had  carefully  preserved  them — 


128      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

that  Fix  would  leave  Hong  Kong  at  the  same  time 
as  they,  and  probably  on  the  same  steamer. 

If  Passepartout  had  thought  for  a  century  he 
would  never  have  guessed  the  detective's  mission. 
He  would  never  have  imagined  that  Phileas  Fogg 
was  being  "  followed,"  after  the  fashion  of  a  robber, 
around  the  terrestrial  globe.  [  But  as  it  is  in  human 
nature  to  give  an  explanation  for  everything,  Passe- 
partout, suddenly  enlightened,  interpreted  in  this 
way  the  permanent  presence  of  Fixy  and,  indeed, 
his  interpretation  was  very  plausible.  According 
to  himfFix  was,  and  could  be,  only  a  detective  sent 
upon  Mr,  Fogg's  tracks  by  his  colleagues  of  the  Re- 
form Club,  to  prove  that  this  tour  around  the  world 
was  accomplished  regularly,  according  to  the  time 
agreed  upooi.!1 

"  That  is  plain !  that  is  plain !"  repeated  the  honest 
fellow  to  himself,  quite  proud  of  his  clear-sighted- 
ness. "  He  is  a  spy  whom  these  gentlemen  have 
put  upon  our  heels.  This  is  undignified  !  To  have 
Mr.  Fogg,  a  man  so  honorable  and  just,  tracked  by 
a  detective !  Ah !  gentlemen  of  the  Reform  Club, 
that  will  cost  you  dearly  !" 

Passepartout,  delighted  with  his  discovery,  re- 
solved, however,  to  say  nothing  of  it  to  his  master, 
fearing  that  he  would  be  justly  wounded  at  this  mis- 
trust which  his  opponents  showed.  But  he  promised 
himself  to  banter  Fix,  as  opportunity  offered,  with 
covert  allusions,  and  without  committing  himself. 

On  Wednesday,  October  30th,  in  the  afternoon, 
the  Rangoon  entered  the  Straits  of  Malacca, 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 


separating  the  peninsula  of  that  name  from  Sumatra. 
Mountainous,  craggy,  and  very  picturesque  islets 
concealed  from  the  passenger  the  view  of  this  large 
island. 

At  four  o'clock  the  next  morning,  the  Kangoon, 
having  gained  a  half  -day  on  its  time-table,  put  in  at 
Singapore,  to  take  in  a  new  supply  of  coal. 

Phileas  Fogg  noted  this  gain  in  the  proper 
column,  and  this  time  he  landed,  accompanying  Mrs. 
Aouda,  who  had  expressed  a  desire  to  walk  about  for 
a  few  hours. 

Fix,  to  whom  every  act  of  Fogg  seemed  sus- 
picious, followed  him  without  letting  himself  be 
noticed.  Passepartout,  who  was  going  to  make  his 
ordinary  purchases,  laughed  in  petto,  seeing  Fix's 
maneuver. 

The  island  of  Singapore  is  neither  large  nor  of  an 
imposing  aspect.  It  is  wanting  in  mountains,  that 
is  to  say,  in  profiles.  However,  it  is  charming  even 
in  its  meagerness.  It  is  a  park  laid  out  with  fine 
roads.  An  elegant  carriage,  drawn  by  handsome 
horses,  such  as  have  been  imported  from  New 
Holland,  took  Mrs.  Aouda  and  Phileas  Fogg  into 
the  midst  of  massive  groups  of  palm  trees  of 
brilliant  foliage,  and  clove  trees,  the  cloves  of  which 
are  formed  from  the  very  bud  of  the  half-opened 
flower.  There  pepper  plants  replaced  the  thorny 
hedges  of  European  countries  ;  sage  trees,  and  large 
ferns  with  their  superb  branches  varied  the  aspect 
of  this  tropical  region  ;  and  nutmeg  trees  with  shin- 
ing leaves  impregnated  the  air  with  a  penetrating 


130      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

odor.  Bands  of  monkeys,  lively  and  grimacing, 
were  not  wanting  in  the  woods,  nor  perhaps  tigers 
in  the  jungles.  Should  any  one  be  astonished  to 
learn  that  in  this  island,  comparatively  so  small, 
these  terrible  carnivorous  animals  were  not  de- 
stroyed to  the  very  last  one,  we  may  reply  that 
they  come  from  Malacca,  swimming  across  the 
straits. 

After  having  driven  about  the  country  for  two 
hours,  Mrs.  Aouda  and  her  companion — who  looked 
a  little  without  seeing  anything — returned  into  the 
town,  a  vast  collection  of  heavy,  flat-looking  houses, 
surrounded  by  delightful  gardens,  in  which  grow 
mangoes,  pineapples,  and  all  the  best  fruits  in  the 
world. 

At  ten  o'clock  they  returned  to  the  steamer, 
having  been  followed,  without  suspecting  it,  by  the 
detective,  who  had  also  gone  to  the  expense  of  a 
carriage. 

Passepartout  was  waiting  for  them  on  the  deck 
of  the  Rangoon.  The  good  fellow  had  bought  a 
few  dozens  of  mangoes,  as  large  as  ordinary  apples 
— dark  brown  outside,  brilliant  red  inside — and 
whose  white  pulp,  melting  in  the  mouth,  gives  the 
true  gourmand  an  unexcelled  enjoyment.  Passe- 
partout was  only  too  happy  to  offer  them  to  Mrs. 
Aouda,  who  thanked  him  very  gracefully. 

At  eleven  o'clock  the  Eangoon,  having  obtained 
a  full  supply  of  coal,  slipped  from  her  moorings,  and 
a  few  hours  later  the  passengers  lost  sight  of  the 
high  mountains  of  Malacca,  whose  forests  shelter 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      131 

the  most  beautiful  as  well  as  the  most  ferocious 
tigers  in  the  world. 

About  thirteen  hundred  miles  separate  Singapore 
from  the  island  of  Hong  Kong,  a  small  English 
territory,  detached  from  the  Chinese  coast.  It  was 
Phileas  Fogg's  interest  to  accomplish  this  in  six 
days  at  the  most,  in  order  to  take  at  Hong  Kong 
the  steamer  leaving  that  port  on  the  6th  of  Novem- 
ber for  Yokohama,  one  of  the  principal  ports  of 
Japan. 

The  Kangoon  was  heavily  laden.  Many  pas- 
sengers had  come  aboard  at  Singapore — Hindoos, 
Ceylonese,  Chinamen,  Malays,  and  Portuguese — 
mostly  second  class. 

The  weather,  which  had  been  quite  fine  untilthis 
time,  changed  with  the  last  quarter  of  the  moon. 
The  sea  was  high.  The  wind  sometimes  blew  a 
gale,  but  fortunately  from  the  southeast,  which 
favored  the  movement  of  the  steamer.  When  it 
was  practicable  the  captain  had  the  sails  unfurled. 
The  Rangoon,  brig-rigged,  sailed  frequently  with 
its  two  topsails  arid  foresail,  and  its  speed  increased 
under  the  double  impetus  of  steam  and  sail.  The 
vessel  thus  made  her  way  over  a  short  and  some- 
times fatiguing  sea,  along  the  shores  of  Anam  and 
Cochin  China. 

But  the  passengers  would  have  to  blame  the 
Rangoon  rather  than  the  ocean  for  their  sickness 
and  fatigue. 

In  fact,  the  ships  of  the  Peninsular  Company,  in 
the  China  service,  are  seriously  defective  in  their 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

construction.  The  proportion  of  their  draught, 
when  loaded,  to  their  depth  of  hold  has  been  badly 
calculated,  and  consequently  they  stand  the  sea  but 
poorly.  Their  bulk,  closed,  impenetrable  to  the 
water,  is  insufficient.  They  are  "  drowned,"  to  use 
a  maritime  expression,  and,  in  consequence,  it  does 
not  take  many  waves  thrown  upon  the  deck  to 
slacken  their  speed.  These  ships  are  then  very  in- 
ferior— if  not  in  motive  power  and  steam  escapes — 
to  the  models  of  the  French  mail  steamers,  such 
as  the  Imperatrice  and  Cambodge.  "While,  ac- 
cording to  the  calculations  of  the  engineers,  the 
latter  can  take  on  a  weight  of  water  equal  to  their 
own  before  sinking,  the  vessels  of  the  Peninsular 
Company,  the  Golconda,  the  Corea,  and  finally 
the  Kangoon,  could  not  take  on  the  sixth  of  their 
weight  without  going  to  the  bottom. 

Great  precautions  had  to  be  taken  then  in  bad 
weather.  It  was  sometimes  necessary  to  sail  under 
a  small  head  of  steam.  This  loss  of  time  did  not 
seem  to  affect  Phileas  Fogg  at  all,  but  Passepartout 
was  much  put  out  about  it.  He  blamed  the  captain, 
the  engineer,  and  the  company,  and  sent  to  old 
Nick  all  those  who  had  anything  to  do  with  the 
transportation  of  the  passengers.  Perhaps,  also, 
the  thought  of  the  gas  burner  still  burning  at  his 
expense  in  the  house  in  Saville  Eow  had  a  large 
share  in  his  impatience. 

t\Are  you  in  a  very  great  hurry  to  arrive  at 
Hong  Kong?"  the  detective  asked  him  one  day. 

"  In  a  very  great  hurry !"  replied  Passepartout. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      133 

"  You  think  that  Mr.  Fogg  is  in  a  hurry  to  take 
the  Yokohama  steamer  ?" 

"  In  a  dreadful  hurry." 

"  Then  you  believe  now  in  this  singular  voyage 
around  the  world?" 

"  Absolutely.    And  you,  Monsieur  Fix  ?" 

"  I  ?    I  don't  believe  in  it."  y, 

"You're    a    sly  fellow,"    replied    Passepartout,/ 
winking  at  him. 

/This  expression  left  the  detective  in  a  reverie.j 
The  epithet  disturbed  him  without  his  knowing  very 
well  why.  Had  the  Frenchman  guessed  his  purpose  ? 
He  did  not  know  what  to  think.  But  how  had 
Passepartout  been  able  to  discover  his  capacity  as  a 
detective,  the  secret  of  which  he  alone  knew?  And 
yet,  in  speaking  thus  to  him  Passepartout  certainly 
had  an  after  thought. 

It  happened  another  day  that  the  good  fellow 
went  further.  It  was  too  much  for  him ;  he  could 
no  longer  hold  his  tongue,  'fkpt  us  see,  Monsieur 
Fix,"  he  asked  his  companion,  in  a  roguish  tone, 
"  when  we  have  arrived  at  Hong  Kong  shall  we  be 
so  unfortunate  as  to  leave  you  there  ?" 

"  Oh !"  replied  Fix,  quite  embarrassed,  "  I  do  not 
know !  Perhaps " 

"  Ah  !"  said  Passepartout,  "  if  you  accompany  us, 
I  would  be  so  happy  !  Let  us  see  !  An  agent  of 
the  Peninsular  Company  could  not  stop  on  the  route ! 
You  were  only  going  to  Bombay,  and  now  you  will 
soon  be  in  China.  America  is  not  far  off,  and  from 
America  to  Europe  it  is  only  a  step  I" 


134      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA 78. 

Fix  looked  attentively  at  his  companion,  who 
showed  the  pleasantest  face  in  the  worldjand  he 
decided  to  laugh  with  him.  But  the  latter,  who  was 
in  the  humor,(asked  him  if  his  business  brought  him 
in  muchT\ 

"  Yes  and  no,"  replied  Fix,  without  frowning. 
"  There  are  fortunate  and  unfortunate  business  enter- 
prises. But  you  understand,  of  course,  that  I  don't 
travel  at  my  own  expense  ?" 

"  Oh !  I  am  very  sure  of  that,"  replied  Passepartout, 
laughing  still  louder. 

The  conversation  finished,  Fix  returned  to  his 
cabin  and  sat  down  to  thinjE)  He  was  evidently 
suspected.  In  one  way  or  anotherQhe  Frenchman 
had  recognized  his  capacity  as  a  detective^  But  had 
he  warned  his  master  ?  What  r61e  would  he  play  in 
all  this  ?  Was  he  an  accomplice  or  not  ?  Had  they 
got  wind  of  the  matter,  and  was  it  consequently 
all  up  ?  The  detective  passed  some  perplexing  hours 
there,  at  one  time  believing  everything  lost ;  at 
one  time  hoping  that  Fogg  was  ignorant  of  the 
situation ;  and  finally  not  knowing  what  course  to 
pursue. 

Meanwhile  his  brain  became  calmer,  and  he 
resolved  to  act  frankly  with  Passepartout.  If  mat- 
ters were  not  in  the  proper  shape  to  arrest  Fogg  at 
Hong  Kong,  and  if  Fogg  was  then  prepared  to 
leave  finally  the  English  territory,  he  (Fix)  would 
tell  Passepartout  everything.  Either  the  servant 
was  the  accomplice  of  his  master,  and  the  latter 
knew  everything,  and  in  this  case  the  affair  was 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      136 

definitely  compromised,  or  the  servant  had  no  part 
in  the  robbery,  and  then  his  interest  would  be  to 
abandon  the  robber. 

Such  was  the  respective  situation  of  these  two 
men,  and  above  them  Phileas  Fogg  was  hovering 
in  his  majestic  indifference.  He  was  accomplish- 
ing rationally  his  orbit  around  the  world,  without 
being  troubled  by  the  asteroids  gravitating  around 
him. 

And  yet,  in  the  vicinity,  there  was — according  to 
the  expression  of  astronomers — a  disturbing  star 
which  ought  to  have  produced  a  certain  agitation 
in  this  gentleman's  heart.  But  no!  The  charm 
of  Mrs.  Aouda  did  not  act,  to  the  great  surprise 
of  Passepartout,  and  the  disturbances,  if  they 
existed,  would  have  been  more  difficult  to  calculate 
that  those  of  Uranus,  which  led  to  the  discovery  of 
Neptune. 

Yes !  it  was  a  surprise  every  day  for  Passepartout, 
who  read  in  the  eyes  of  the  young  woman  so  much 
gratitude  to  his  master !  Phileas  Fogg  had  decid- 
edly heart  enough  for  heroic  actions,  but  for  love 
none  at  all  !  As  for  the  thoughts  which  the  chances 
of  the  journey  might  have  produced  in  him,  there 
was  not  a  trace.  But  Passepartout  was  living  in  a 
continual  trance. 

One  day,  leaning  on  the  railing  of  the  engine- 
room,  he  was  intently  looking  at  the  powerful 
engine  which  sometimes  moved  very  violently, 
when  with  the  pitching  of  the  vessel  the  screw 
would  fly  out  of  the  water.  The  steam  then  escaped 


136      TOUR  OP  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATB. 

from  the  valves,  which  provoked  the  anger  of  the 
worthy  fellow. 

"  These  valves  are  not  charged  enough !"  he  cried. 
"  "We  are  not  going !  Oh,  these  Englishmen !  If 
we  were  only  in  an  American  vessel  we  would  blow 
up,  perhaps,  but  we  would  go  more  swiftly  I" 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS      137 


CHAPTER  XYIII. 

IN    WHICH     PHILEAS     FOGG,     PASSEPARTOUT,     AND     FIX, 
EACH   GOES   ABOUT   HIS   OWN   BUSINESS. 

DURING  the  last  few  days  of  the  voyage  the 
weather  was  pretty  bad.  The  wind  became  very 
boisterous.  Eemaining  in  the  northwest  quarter,  it 
impeded  the  progress  of  the  steamer.  The  Rangoon, 
too  unsteady  already,  rolled  heavily,  and  the 
passengers  quite  lost  their  temper  over  the  long, 
tiresome  waves  which  the  wind  raised  at  a  distance. 

During  the  days  of  the  3d  and  4th  of  November 
it  was  a  sort  of  tempest.  The  squall  struck  the  sea 
with  violence.  The  Rangoon  had  to  go  slowly  for 
half  a  day,  keeping  herself  in  motion  with  only  ten 
revolutions  of  the  screw,  so  as  to  lean  with  the 
waves.  All  the  sails  had  been  reefed,  and  there  waa 
still  too  much  rigging  whistling  in  the  squall. 

The  rapidity  of  the  steamer,  it  may  be  imagined, 
was  very  much  diminished,  and  it  was  estimated 
that  she  would  arrive  at  Hong  Kong  twenty  hours 
behind  time,  and  perhaps  more,  if  the  tempest  did 
not  cease. 

Phileas  Fogg  looked  intently  at  this  spectacle  of 
a  raging  sea,  which  seemed  to  struggle  directly 
against  him,  with  his  customary  impassibility.  His 


138      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

brow  did  not  darken  an  instant,  and  yet  a  delay  of 
twenty  hours  might  seriously  interfere  with  his 
voyage  by  making  him  miss  the  departure  of  the 
Yokohama  steamer.  But  this  man  without  nerves 
felt  neither  impatience  nor  annoyance.  It  seemed 
truly  as  if  this  tempest  formed  a  part  of  his  pro- 
gramme, and  was  foreseen.  Mrs.  Aouda,  who 
talked  with  her  companion  about  this  mishap,  found 
him  as  calm  as  in  the  past. 

Fix  did  not  look  at  these  things  in  the  same  light. 
On  the  contrary,  this  tempest  pleased  him  very 
much.  His  satisfaction  would  have  known  no 
bounds  if  the  Rangoon  had  been  obliged  to  fly  be- 
fore the  violent  storm.  All  these  delays  suited  him, 
for  they  would  oblige  this  man  Fogg  to  remain  some 
days  at  Hong  Kong.  Finally  the  skies  with  their 
squalls  and  tempests  became  his  ally.  He  was  a 
little  sick,  it  is  true,  but  what  did  that  matter  ?  He 
did  not  count  his  nausea,  and  when  his  body  was 
writhing  under  the  seasickness,  his  spirit  was 
merry  with  the  height  of  its  satisfaction. 

As  for  Passepartout,  it  may  be  guessed  how  illy 
concealed  his  anger  was  during  this  time  of  trial 
Until  then  everything  had  moved  on  so  well !  Land 
and  sea  seemed  to  be  devoted  to  his  master.  Steam- 
ers and  railways  obeyed  him.  Wind  and  steam 
combined  to  favor  his  journey.  Had  the  hour  of 
mistakes  finally  sounded  ?  Passepartout,  as  if  the 
twenty  thousand  pounds  of  the  wager  had  to  come 
out  of  his  purse,  was  no  longer  happy.  This  tem- 
pest exasperated  him,  this  squall  put  him  in  a  rage. 


TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      139 

and  he  would  have  gladly  whipped  the  disobedient 
sea!  Poor  fellow!  Fix  carefully  concealed  from 
him  his  personal  satisfaction,  and  it  was  well,  for  if 
Passepartout  had  guessed  the  secret  delight  of  Fix, 
Fix  would  have  been  roughly  used. 

Passepartout  remained  on  the  Kangoon's  deck 
during  the  entire  continuance  ot  the  blow.  He 
could  not  remain  below ;  he  climbed  up  in  the  masts ; 
he  astonished  the  crew  and  helped  at  everything 
with  the  agility  of  a  monkey.  A  hundred  times  he 
questioned  the  captain,  the  officers,  the  sailors,  who 
could  not  help  laughing  at  seeing  him  so  much  out 
of  countenance.  Passepartout  wanted  to  know  pos- 
itively how  long  the  storm  would  last.  They  sent 
him  to  the  barometer,  which  would  not  decide  to 
ascend.  Passepartout  shook  the  barometer,  but 
nothing  came  of  it,  neither  the  shaking  nor  the  in- 
sults that  he  heaped  upon  the  irresponsible  instru- 
ment. 

Finally  the  tempest  subsided.  The  sea  became 
calmer  on  the  4th  of  November.  The  wind  veered 
two  points  to  the  south  and  again  became  favor- 
able. 

Passepartout  cleared  up  with  the  weather.  The 
topsails  and  lower  sails  could  be  unfurled,  and  the 
Kangoon  resumed  her  route  with  marvelous  swift- 
ness. 

But  all  the  time  lost  could  not  be  regained.  They 
could  only  submit,  and  land  was  not  signaled  until 
the  6th  at  five  o'clock  A.M.  The  diary  of  Phileas 
Fogg  put  down  the  arrival  of  the  steamer  on  the 


140      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

5th,  and  she  did  not  arrive  until  the  6th,  which  was 
a  loss  of  twenty-four  hours,  and  of  course  they  would 
miss  the  Yokohama  steamer. 

At  six  o'clock  the  pilot  came  aboard  the  Kangoon 
and  took  his  place  on  the  bridge  to  guide  the  vessel 
through  the  channels  into  the  port  of  Hong  Kong. 

Passepartout  was  dying  to  ask  this  man  whether 
the  Yokohama  steamer  had  left  Hong  Kong.  But 
he  did  not  dare,  preferring  to  preserve  a  little  hope 
until  the  last  moment.  He  had  confided  his  anxiety 
to  Fix,  who — the  cunning  fox — tried  to  console  him 
by  saying  that  Mr.  Fogg  would  be  in  time  to  take 
the  next  boat.  This  put  Passepartout  in  a  towering 
rage. 

But  if  Passepartout  did  not  venture  to  ask  the 
pilot,  Mr.  Fogg,  after  consulting  his  "  Bradshaw," 
asked  in  his  quiet  manner  of  the  said  pilot  if  he  knew 
when  a  vessel  would  leave  Hong  Kong  for  Yoko- 
hama. 

"  To-morrow  morning  at  high  tide,"  replied  the 
pilot. 

"Ah,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  without  showing  any  aston- 
ishment. 

Passepartout,  who  was  present,  would  have  liked 
to  hug  the  pilot,  whose  neck  Fix  would  have  wrung 
with  pleasure. 

"  What  is  the  name  of  the  steamer  ?"  asked  Mr. 
Fogg. 

"  The  Carnatic,"  replied  the  pilot. 

"  "Was  she  not  to  leave  yesterday  ?" 

"Yes,  sir;   but  they  had  to  repair  on©  of  her 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      141 

boilers,  and  her  departure  has  been  put  off  until 
to-morrow." 

"Thank  you,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  who,  with  his 
automatic  step,  went  down  again  into  the  saloon  of 
the  Eangoon. 

Passepartout  caught  the  pilot's  hand,  and,  pressing 
it  warmly,  said : 

"  Pilot,  you  are  a  good  fellow !" 

The  pilot  doubtless  never  knew  why  his  answers 
had  procured  him  this  friendly  expression.  A  whistle 
blew,  and  he  went  again  upon  the  bridge  of  the 
steamer  and  guided  her  through  the  flotilla  of  junks, 
tankas,  fishing-boats,  and  vessels  of  all  kinds  which 
crowded  the  channels  of  Hong  Kong. 

In  an  hour  the  Eangoon  was  at  the  wharf  and  the 
passengers  landed. 

It  must  be  confessed  that  in  this  circumstance 
chance  had  singularly  served  Phileas  Fogg.  With- 
out the  necessity  of  repairing  her  boilers  the  Car- 
natic  would  have  left  on  the  5th  of  November,  and 
the  passengers  for  Japan  would  have  had  to  wait  a 
week  for  the  departure  of  the  next  steamer.  Mr. 
Fogg,  it  is  true,  was  twenty-four  hours  behind  time, 
but  this  delay  could  not  have  any  evil  consequences 
for  the  rest  of  the  journey. 

In  fact,  the  steamer  which  crosses  the  Pacific 
from  Yokohama  to  San  Francisco  was  in  direct  con- 
nection with  the  Hong  Kong  steamer,  and  the 
former  could  not  leave  before  the  latter  had  arrived. 
Evidently  they  would  be  twenty -four  hours  behind 
time  at  Yokohama,  but  it  would  be  easy  to  make 


142      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

them  up  during  the  voyage  across  the  Pacific,  last- 
ing twenty-two  days.  Phileas  Fogg  found  himself, 
then,  within  about  twenty-four  hours  of  the  condi- 
tions of  his  programme  thirty-five  days  after  leaving 
London. 

The  Carnatic  not  leaving  until  five  o'clock  the 
next  morning,  Mr.  Fogg  had  sixteen  hours  to  attend 
to  his  business — that  is,  that  which  concerned  Mrs. 
Aoudaj  On  landing  from  the  vessel  he  offered  his 
arm  to  the  young  woman  and  led  her  to  a  palanquin. 
He  asked  the  men  who  carried  it  to  point  him  out  a 
hotel,  and  they  named  the  Club  Hotel.  The  palan- 
quin started,  followed  by  Passepartout,  and  twenty 
minutes  after  they  arrived  at  their  destination. 
;  An  apartment  was  secured  for  the  young  woman, 
and  Phileas  Fogg  saw  that  she  was  made  comforta- 
ble. Then  he  told  Mrs.  Aouda  that  he  was  going 
immediately  to  look  for  the  relative  in  whose  care 
he  was  to  leave  her  at  Hong  Kong.  At  the  same 
time  he  ordered  Passepartout  to  remain  at  the  hotel 
until  his  return,  so  that  the  young  woman  should 
not  be  left  alone. 

The  gentleman  was  shown  the  way  to  the  Ex- 
change. There  they  would  unquestionably  know  a 
personage  such  as  the  honorable  Jejeeh,  who  was 
reckoned  among  the  richest  merchants  of  the  city. 

The  broker  whom  Mr.  Fogg  addressed  did  indeed 
know  the  Parsee  merchant.  But  for  two  years  he 
had  not  lived  in  China.  Having  made  hisjortune, 
he  had  gone  to  live  in  Europe— in  Hollan^j,  it  was 
believed,  which  was  explained  by  the  extensive  cor- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      143 

respondence  which  he  had  had  with  that  country 
during  his  life  as  a  merchant. 

Phtteas  Fogg  returned  to  the  Club  Hotel.  He 
immediately  asked  permission  to  see  Mrs.  Aouda, 
and  without  ^iny  other- preamble  told  her  that  the 
honorable  Jejeeh  was  no  longer  living  in  Hong  Kong, 
but  probably  was  living  in  Holland. 
I  Mrs.  Aouda  did  not  reply  at  first.  Passing  her 
hand  over  her  forehead,  she  thought  for  a  few  mo- 
ments and  then  said,  in  her  sweet  voice : 

"What  ought  I  to  do,  Mr.  Fogg  I" 

"  It  is  very  simple,"  replied  the  gentleman.  "  Go 
on  to  Europe." 

"  But  I  cannot  abuse " 

"You  do  not  abuse,  and  your  presence  does 
not  at  all  embarrass  my  programme.  Passepar- 
tout !" 

"  Monsieur,"  replied  Passepartout. 

"  Go  to  the  Carnatic  and  engage  three  cabins. 

Passepartout,  delighted  with  continuing  his  voy- 
age in  the  company  of  the  young  woman,  who 
was  very  gracious  to  him,  immediately  left  the  Club 
Hotel. 


144      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 


CHAPTEK  XIX. 

IN  WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT   TAKES   A    LITTLE    TOO    LIVELY 
INTEREST  IN  HIS  MASTER,  AND  WHAT  FOLLOWS. 

HONG  KONG  is  only  a  small  island  secured  to  Eng- 
land by  the  treaty  of  Nankin  after  the  war  of  1842. 
In  a  few  years  the  colonizing  genius  of  Great  Brit- 
ain had  established  there  an  important  city,  and 
created  the  port  Yictoria.  This  island  is  situated 
at  the  mouth  of  the  Canton  river,  and  sixty  miles 
only  separate  it  from  the  Portuguese  city  of  Macao, 
built  on  the  other  shore.  Hong  Kong  must  neces- 
sarily vanquish  Macao  in  a  commercial  struggle, 
and  now  the  greatest  part  of  the  Chinese  transpor- 
tation is  done  through  the  English  city.  Docks, 
hospitals,  wharves,  warehouses,  a  Gothic  cathe- 
dral, a  government  house,  macadamized  streets,  all 
would  lead  one  to  believe  that  one  of  the  commer- 
cial cities  of  the  counties  of  Kent  or  Surrey,  trav- 
ersing the  terrestrial  sphere,  had  found  a  place  at  this 
point  in  China,  nearly  at  its  antipodes. 

Passepartout,  with  his  hands  in  his  pockets,  saun- 
tered toward  the  port  Yictoria,  looking  at  the 
palanquins,  the  curtained  carriages  still  in  favor  in 
the  Celestial  Empire,  and  all  the  crowd  of  Chinese, 
Japanese,  and  Europeans  hurrying  along  in  the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      145 

streets.  In  some  things  it  was  like  Bombay,  Cal- 
cutta, or  Singapore  that  the  worthy  fellow  was  find- 
ing again  on  his  route.  There  is  thus  a  track  of 
English  towns  all  around  the  world. 

Passepartout  arrived  at  Victoria  port.  There,  at 
the  mouth  of  Canton  river,  was  a  perfect  swarm  of 
the  ships  of  all  nations,  English,  French,  American, 
Dutch,  war  and  merchant  vessels,  Japanese  or  Chi- 
nese craft,  junks,  sempas,'  tankas,  and  even  flower- 
boats,  which  formed  so  many  parterres  floating  on 
the  waters.  Walking  along  Passepartout  noticed  a 
certain  number  of  natives  dressed  in  yellow,  all  of 
quite  advanced  age.  Having  gone  into  a  Chinese 
barber's  to  be  shaved  "  a  la  Chinese,"  he  learned 
from  a  Figaro  in  the  shop,  who  spoke  pretty  good 
English,  that  these  ancient  men  were  at  least 
eighty  years  old,  and  that  at  this  age  they  had  the 
privilege  of  wearing  yellow,  the  imperial  color. 
Passepartout  found  this  very  funny,  without  know- 
ing exactly  why. 

His  beard  shaved;  he  repaired  to  the  wharf  from 
which  the  Carnatic  Would  leave^  and  there  he  per- 
ceived Fix  walking  up  and  dowkpat  which  he  was 
not  at  all  astonished.  But  the  detective  showed 
upon  his  face  the  marks  of  great  disappointment. 

"  Good  !"  said  Passepartout  to  himself ;  "  that 
will  be  bad  for  the  gentlemen  of  the  Reform  Club !" 

And  he  accosted  Fix'  with  his  merry  smile, 
without  seeming  to  notice  the  vexed  air  of  his 
compani>n. 

the  detective  had  good  reasons  to  fret  about 

7  Vol.  2 


146      TOUR  OF  THE  WOULD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

the  infernal  luck  which  was  pursuing  him.  No  war- 
rant !  It  was  evident  that  the  warrant  was  run- 
ning after  him,  and  that  it  could  reach  him  only  if 
he  stopped  some  days  in  this  city.  Now  Hong 
Kong  being  the  last  English  territory  on  the  route, 
this  Mr.  Fogg  would  escape  him  finally  if  he  did 
nqt  succeed  in  detaining  him  there. 
L"  Well,  Monsieur  Fix,  have  you  decided  to  come 
with  us  as  far  as  America  ?"  asked  Passepartout. 

"  Yes,"  replied  Fix  between  his  closed  teeth. 

"  Well,  then !"  cried  Passepartout,  shouting  with 
laughter.  "  I  knew  very  well  that  you  could  not 
separate  yourself  from  us.  Come  and  engage  your 
berth,  come !" 

And  both  entered  the  ticket  office  and  engaged 
cabins  for  four  persons.  But  the  clerk  told  them 
that  the  repairs  of  the  Carnatic  being  completed, 
the  steamer  would  leave  at  eight  o'clock  in  the 
evening,  and  not  the  next  morning,  as  had  been  an- 
nounced. 

"  Yery  good !"  replied  Passepartout,  "  that  will 
suit  my  master.  I  am  going  to  inform  him." 

At  this  moment  Fix  took  an  extreme  step.  He 
determined  to  tell  Passepartout  everything.  It 
was  the  only  means,  perhaps,  that  he  had  of  retain- 
ing Phileas  Fogg  for  a  few  days  in  Hong  Kong. 

Leaving  the  office,  Fix  offered  to  treat  his  com- 
panion in  a  tavern.  Passepartout  had  the  time. 
He  accepted  Fix's  invitation. 

•A  tavern  opened  on  the  qua^  It  had  an  inviting 
appearance. v;  Both  entered  VJ$  was  a  large  room, 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      H7 

finely  decorated,  at  the  back  of  which  was  stretched 
a  camp  bed,  furnished  with  cushions.  Upon  this 
bed  were  lying  a  certain  number}  of  sleepers. 

Some  thirty  customers  in  the  large  room  occu- 
pied small  tables  of  plaited  rushes.  Some  emptied 
pints  of  English  beer,  ale,  or  porter,  others  jugs  of 
alcoholic  liquors,  gin,  or  brandy.  Besides,  the  most 
of  them  were  smoking  long,  red-clay  pipes,  stuffed 
with  little  balls  of  opium  mixed  with  essence  of  rose. 
Then,  from  time  to  time,  some  smoker  overcome 
would  fall  down  under  the  table,  and  the  waiters  of 
the  establishment,  taking  him  by  the  head  and  feet, 
carried  him  on  to  the  camp  bed,  alongside  of  another. 
Twenty  of  these  sots  were  thus  laid  side  by  side,  in 
the  last  stage  of  brutishness. 

Fix  and  Passepartout  understood  that  they  had 
entered  a  smoking-house  haunted  by  those  wretched, 
stupefied,  lean,  idiotic  creatures,  to  whom  mercantile 
England  sells  annually  ten  million  four  hundred 
thousand  pounds'  worth  of  the  fatal  drug  called 
opium.  Sad  millions  are  these,  levied  on  one  of  the 
most  destructive  vices  of  human  nature. 

The  Chinese  government  has  tried  hard  to  remedy 
such  an  abuse  by  severe  laws,  but  in  vain.  From 
the  rich  class,  to  whom  the  use  of  opium  was  at  first 
formally  reserved,  it  has  descended  to  the  lower 
classes,  and  its  ravages  can  no  longer  be  arrested. 
Opium  is  smoked  everywhere  and  always  in  the 
Middle  Empire.  Men  and  women  give  themselves 
up  to  this  deplorable  passion,  and  when  they  are 
accustomed  to  inhaling  the  fumes  they  can  no 


148      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  It  A  YS. 

longer  do  without  it,  except  by  suffering  terrible 
cramps  in  the  stomach.  A  great  smoker  can 
smoke  as  many  as  eight  pipes  a  day,  but  he  dies  in 
five  years. 

Now,  it  was  in  one  of  the  numerous  smoking- 
houses  of  this  kind,  which  swarm  even  in  Hong 
Kong,  that  Fix  and  Passepartout  had  entered  with 
the  intention  of  refreshing  themselves.  Passepartout 
had  no  money,  but  he  accepted  willingly  the  "  polite- 
ness" of  his  companion,  ready  to  return  it  to  him  at 
the  proper  time  and  place. 

They  called  for  two  bottles  of  port,  to  which  the 
Frenchman  did  full  justice,  while  Fix,  more  reserved, 
observed  his  companion  with  the  closest  attention. 
l  They  talked  of  one  thing  and  another,  and  especially 
of  the  excellent  idea  that  Fix  had  of  taking  passage 
on  the  Carnatic.  The  bottles  now  being  empty, 
Passepartout  rose  to  inform  his  master  that  the 
steamer  would  leave  several  hours  in  advance  of  the 
time  announced. 

Fix  detained  him. 

"  One  moment,"  he  said. 

"  What  do  you  wish,  Monsieur  Fix  ?"  X 

"I  have  some  serious  matters  to  talk  to  you 
about." 

"  Serious  matters !"  cried  Passepartout,  emptying 
the  few  drops  of  wine  remaining  in  the  bottom  of 
his  glass.  "  Yery  well,  we  will  talk  about  them  to- 
morrow. I  have  not  the  time  to-day." 

"  Kemain,"  replied  Fix.  "  It  concerns  your 
master." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.      H9 

Passepartout,  at  this  phrase,  looked  attentively  at 
his  questioner. 

The  expression  of  Fix's  face  seemed  singular  to 
him.  He  took  a  seat  again. 

"  What  have  you  to  say  to  me  ?"  he  asked. 

Fix  placed  his  hand  upon  his  companion's  arm, 
and  lowering  his  voice,  he  asked  him : 
jjiLYou  have  guessed  who  I  was  ?" 

"  Parbletyu  /"  said  Passepartout,  smiling. 

"  Then  I  am  going  to  tell  you  everything." 

"  Now  that  I  know  everything^my  friend.  Ah ! 
that's  pretty  tough !  But  go  on.  But  first  let  me 
tell  you  these  gentlemen  have  put  themselves  to 
very  useless  expense." 

"Useless,"  said  Fix.  "You  speak  confidently. 
It  may  be  seen  that  you  do  not  know  the  size  of  the 
sum." 

"  But  I  do  know  it,"  replied  Passepartout.  "  Twen- 
ty thousand  pounds !" 

"  Fifty-five  thousand !"  replied  Fix,  grasping  the 
Frenchman's  hand. 

"  What !"  cried  Passepartout.  "  Monsieur  Fogg 
would  have  dared —  Fifty-five  thousand  pounds! 
Well,  well !  All  the  more  reason  that  I  should  not 
lose  an  instant,"  he  added,  rising  again. 

"  Fifty-five  thousand  pounds !"  replied  Fix,  who 
forced  Passepartout  to  sit  down  again,  after  having 
ordered  a  decanter  of  brandy — "  and  if  I  succeed  I 
get  a  reward  of  two  thousand  pounds.  Do  you 
wish  five  hundred  of  them  on  condition  that  you  help 
me?" 


160      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

"  Help  you  ?"  cried  Passepartout,  whose  eyes  were 
opened  very  wide. 

"  Yes,  help  me  to  detain  Mr.  Fogg  in  Hong  Kong 
for  a  few  days." 

"  Phew  !"  said  Passepartout, "  what  are  you  say- 
ing ?  How,  not  satisfied  with  having  my  master 
followed,  with  suspecting  his  faithfulness,  do  these 
gentlemen  wish  to  throw  new  obstacles  in  his  way. 
I  am  ashamed  for  them." 

"  Ah !  what  do  you  mean  by  that  ?"  asked  Fix. 

"  I  mean  that  it  is  simple  indelicacy.  It  is  about 
the  same  as  stripping  Monsieur  Fogg  and  putting 
his  money  in  their  pockets." 

"  Ah !  that  is  the  very  thing  we  are  coming  to !" 

"  But  it  is  a  trap !"  cried  Passepartout — who  was 
getting  lively  under  the  influence  of  the  brandy 
with  which  Fix  was  plying  him,  and  which  he 
drank  without  noticing  it — "  a  real  trap !  Gentle- 
men !  Colleagues !" 

Fix  began  to  be  puzzled.      * 

"Colleagues!"  cried  Passepartout,  "members  of 
the  Reform  Club  1  You  must  know,  Monsieur  Fix, 
that  my  master  is  an  honest  man,  and  that,  when 
he  has  made  a  bet,  he  intends  to  win  it  fairly." 

"  But  who  do  you  think  I  am  ?"  asked  Fix,  fasten- 
ing his  look  upon  Passepartout. 

"  Parbleu !  an  agent  of  the  members  of  the  Re- 
form Club  with  the  mission  to  interfere  with  my 
master's  journey,  which  is  singularly  humiliating. 
So,  although  it  has  been  some  time  already  since  I 
guessed  your  business,  I  have  taken  good  care  not 
to  disclose  it  to  Monsieur  Fo^gr." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  W  EIGHTY  DATS. 

"  He  knows  nothing  ?"  asked  Fix  quickly. 

"  Nothing,"  answered  Passepartout,  emptying  his 
glass  once  more. 

The  agent  passed  his  hand  over  his  forehead. 
He  hesitated  before  continuing  the  conversation. 
What  ought  he  to  do  ?  The  error  of  Passepartout 
seemed  sincere,  but  it  rendered  his  plan  more  dif- 
ficult. It  was  evident  that  this  young  man  was 
speaking  with  perfect  good  faith,  and  that  he  was 
not  his  master's  accomplice — which  Fix  had  feared. 

"  Well,"  he  said  to  himself,  "  since  he  is  not  his 
accomplice,  he  will  aid  me." 

The  detective  had  the  advantage  a  second  time. 
Besides  he  had  no  more  time  to  wait.  At  any  cost 
Fogg  must  be  arrested  at  Hong  Kong. 
£,"  Listen,"  said  Fix,  in  an  abrupt  tone,  "  listen 
carefully  to  me.  I  am  not  what  you  think,  that  is, 
an  agent  of  the  members  of  the  Keform  Club " 

"  Bah !"  said  Passepartout,  looking  at  him  in  a 
jocose  way. 

"  I  am  a  police  detective,  charged  with  a  mission 
by  the  metropolitan  government." 

"  You — a  detective !" 

"  Yes,  and  I  will  prove  it,"  replied  Fix.  "  Here 
is  my  commission." 

And  the  agent,  taking  a  paper  from  his  pocket- 
book,  showed  his  companion  a  commission  signed 
by  the  commissioner  of  the  central  police.  Pas- 
separtout stunned,  unable  to  articulate  a  word, 
looked  at  Fix. 

"  The  bet  of  Mr.  Fogg,"  continued  Fix,  "  is  only 


152      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

a  pretext  of  which  you  are  the  dupes,  you  and  his 
colleagues  of  the  Keform  Club,  for  he  had  an 
interest  in  assuring  himself  of  your  unconscious 
complicity.1" 

"But  why?" 

"  Listen.  The  28th  of  September,  ultimo,  a  rob- 
bery of  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  was  committed 
at  the  Bank  of  England,  by  an  individual  whose 
description  they  were  able  to  obtain.  Now,  look 
at  this  description,  and  it  is  feature  for  feature  that 
of  Mr.  Fogg." 

"  Humbug !"  cried  Passepartout,  striking  the  table 
with  his  clinched  fist.  "My  master  is  the  most 
honest  man  in  the  world !" 

"  How  do  you  know  ?"  replied  Fix.  "  You  are 
not  even  acquainted  with  him.  You  entered  his 
service  the  day  of  his  departure,  and  he  left  pre- 
cipitately under  a  senseless  pretext,  without  trunks, 
and  carrying  with  him  a  large  sum  in  banknotes ! 
And  you  dare  to  maintain  that  he  is  an  honest 
man  ?" 

"  Yes,  yes !"  repeated  the  poor  fellow  mechani- 
cally. 

"  Do  you  wish,  then,  to  be  arrested  as  his  accom- 
plice?" 

Passepartout  dropped  his  head  in  his  hands.  He 
could  no  longer  be  recognized.  He  did  not  look  at 
the  detective.  Phileas  Fogg,  the  deliverer  of 
Aouda,  the  brave  and  generous  man,  a  robber! 
And  yet  how  many  presumptions  therefore  against 
him.  Passepartout  tried  to  force  back  the  suspi- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      153 

cions  which  would  slip  into  his  mind.    He  would 
never  believe  in  his  master's  guilt. 
CjLTo  conclude,  what  do  you  want  of  me  ?"  said  he 
to  the  detective  by  a  strong  effort. 

"  See  here,"  replied  Fix^"  I  have  tracked  Mr. 

Fogg  to  this  point,  but  I  have  not  yet  received  the 

warrant  of  arrest,  for  which  I  asked,  from  London. 

LSTou  must  help  me,  then,  to  keep  him  in  Hong 

Kon^ " 

"I!    Help  you!" 

"  And  I  will  share  with  you  the  reward  of  two 
thousand  pounds  promised  by  the  Bank  of  Eng- 
land !" 

"Never!"  replied  Passepartout,  who  wanted  to 
rise  and  fell  back,  feeling  his  reason  and  his  strength 
at  once  escaping  him. 

"  Monsieur  Fix,"  he  said,  stammering,  "  even  if 
everything  you  have  told  me  should  be  true — if  my 
master  should  be  the  robber  whom  you  seek — which 
I  deny — I  have  been — I  am  in  his  service — I  have 
seen  him  kind  and  generous — betray  him — never — 
no,  not  for  all  the  gold  in  the  worlcy-I  am  from  a 
village  where  they  don't  eat  that  kind  of  bread !" 
[5 You  refuse?" 

"I  refuse." 

"  Treat  it  as  if  I  had  said  nothing,"  replied  Fix, 
"  and  let's  take  a  drink !" 

"All  right,  let's  take  a  drink!" 

Passepartout  felt  himself  more  and ,  jnore  over- 
come  by  intoxication.     Fix,  understanding  that  he 
at  all  hazards  separate  him  from  his  master, 


154      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

wanted  to  finish  him.  On  the  table  were  a  few 
pipes  filled  with  opium.  Fix  slipped  one  into  Passe- 
partout's hands,  who  took  it,  lifted  it  to  his  lips, 
lighted  it,  took  a  few  puffs,  and  fell  over,  his  head 
stupefied  under  the  influence  of  the  narcotic. 

"  At  least,"  said  Fix,  seeing  Passepartout  out  of 
the  way,  "Mr.  Fogg  will  not  be  informed  in  time  of 
the  departure  of  the  Carnatic,  and  if  he  leaves  he 
will  at  least  be  without  this  cursed  Frenchman  1" 

Then  he  left,  after  paying  his  bilL 


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CHAPTEE  XX. 

IN     WHICH      FIX      COMES      IN      DIRECT      CONTACT     WITH 
PHILEAS   FOGG. 

DURING  this  scene,  which  might  perhaps  seriously 
interfere  with  his  future,  Mr.  Fogg,  accompanying 
Mrs.  Aouda,  was  taking  a  walk  through  the  streets 
of  the  English  town.  Since  Mrs.  Aouda  accepted 
his  offer  to  take  her  to  Europe,  he  had  to  think  of 
all  the  details  necessary  for  so  long  a  journey.  That 
an  Englishman  like  him  should  make  the  tour  of 
the  world  with  a  carpet-bag  in  his  hand,  might  pass ; 
but  a  lady  could  not  undertake  such  a  journey 
under  the  same  conditions.  Hence  the  necessity  of 
baying  clothing  and  articles  necessary  for  the 
voyage.  Mr.  Fogg  acquitted  himself  of  his  task 
with  the  quiet  characteristic  of  him,  and  he  invari- 
ably replied  to  all  the  excuses  and  objections  of  the 
young  woman,  confused  by  so  much  kindness : 

"  It  is  the  interest  of  my  journey ;  it  is  in  my 
programme." 

„  The  purchases  made,  Mr.  Fogg  and  the  young 
woman  returned  to  the  hotel,  and  dined  at  the  table 
tflidte,  which  was  sumptuously  served.  Then  Mrs. 
Aouda,  a  little  tired,  went  up  into  her  room,  after 


156      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

having  shaken  hands,  English  fashion,  with  her  im- 
perturbable deliverer. 

He,  Fogg,  was  absorbed  all  the  evening  in  read- 
ing the  Times  and  the  lllusfrated  London  News. 

If  he  had  been  a  man  to  be  astonished  at  any- 
thing, it  would  have  been  not  to  have  seen  his 
servant  at  the  hour  for  retiring.  But,  knowing  that 
the  Yokohama  steamer  was  not  to  leave  Hong 
Kong  before  the  next  morning,  he  did  not  other- 
wise bother  himself  about  it.  The  next  morning 
Passepartout  did  not  come  at  Mr.  Fogg's  ring. 

What  that  honorable  gentleman  thought,  on 
teaming  that  his  servant  had  not  returned  to  the 
hotel  no  one  could  have  said.  Mr.  Fogg  contented 
himself  with  taking  his  carpet-bag,  calling  for  Mrs. 
Aouda,  and  sending  for  a  palanquin. 

It  was  then  eight  o'clock,  and  high  tide,  of  which 
the  Carnatic  was  to  take .  advantage  to  go  out 
through  the  passes,  was  put  down  at  half-past 
nine. 

When  the  palanquin  arrived  at  the  door  of  the 
hotel,  Mr.  Fogg  and  Mrs.  Aouda  got  into  the  com- 
fortable vehicle,  and  their  baggage  followed  them 
on  a  wheelbarrow. 

\  Half  an  hour  later  the  travelers  dismounted  on 
the  wharf,  and  there  Mr.  Fogg  learned  that  the 
Carnatic  had  left  the  evening  before. 

Mr.  Fogg,  who  counted  on  finding  at  the  same 
time  both  the  steamer  and  his  servant,  was  com- 
pelled to  do  without  both.  But  not  a  sign  of  dis- 
appointment appeared  upon  his  face;  and,  when 


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Mrs.  Aouda  looked  at  him  with  uneasiness,  he  con- 
tented himself  with  replying : 

"  It  is  an  accident,  madam,  nothing  more." 
\  At  this  moment  a  person  who  had  been  watching 
him  closely  came  up  to  him.     It  was  the  detective, 
Fix,  who  turned  to  him  and  said : 

"  Are  you  not,  like  myself,  sir,  one  of  the  passen- 
gers of  the  Rangoon,  who  arrived  yesterday  ?" 

"  Yes,  sir,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg  coldly,  "  but  I  have 
not  the  honor " 

"  Pardon  me,  but  I  thought  I  would  find  your 
servant  here." 

"Do  you  know  where  he  is,  sir?"  asked  the 
young  woman  quickly. 

"  What !"  returned  Fix,  feigning  surprise,  "  is  he 
not  with  you  ?" 

"  No,"  replied  Mrs.  Aouda.  "  He  has  not  re- 
turned since  yesterday.  Has  he  perhaps  embarked 
without  us  aboard  the  Carnatic  ?" 

"Without  you,  madam?"  replied  Fix.  "But 
excuse  my  question,  you  expected  then  to  leave  by 
that  steamer  ?" 

"  Yes,  sir." 

"  I  too,  madam,  and  I  am  much  disappointed. 
The  Carnatic,  having  completed  her  repairs,  left 
Hong  Kong  twelve  hours  sooner  without  warning 
any  one,  and  we  must  now  wait  a  week  for  another 
steamer !" 

Fix  felt  his  heart  jump  for  joy  in  pronouncing 
these  words,  "  a  week."  A  week !  Fogg  detained 
a  week  at  Hong  Kong !  There  would  be  time  to 


158      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

receive  the  warrant  of  arrest.    Chance  would  at 
last  declare  for  the  representative  of  the  law. 

It  may  be  judged  then  what  a  stunning  blow  he 
received  when  he  heard  Phileas  Fogg  say  in  his 
calin  voice : 

|.  "  But  there  are  other  vessels  than  the  Carnatic, 
it  seems  to  me,  in  the  port  of  Hong  Kong." 

And  Mr.  Fogg,  offering  his  arm  to  Mrs.  Aouda, 
turned  toward  the  docks  in  search  of  a  vessel 
leaving.~] 

Fix,  stupefied,  followed.  It  might  have  been 
said  that  a  thread  attached  him  to  this  man. 

However,  chance  seemed  really  to  abandon  him 
whom  it  had  served  so  well  up  to  that  time, 
ileas  Fogg  Jor  three  hours  traversed  the  port  in 
every  direction,/  decided,  if  it  was  necessary,  to 
charter  a  vessel  to  take  him  to  Yokohama ;  but  he 
saw  only  vessels  loading  or  unloading,  and  which 
consequently  could  not  set  sail.  Fix  began  to  hope 
again. 

But  Mr.  Fogg  was  not  disconcerted,'  and  he  was 
going  to  continue  his  search,  if  he  had  to  go  as  far 
as  Macao,  when  he  was  accosted  by  a  sailor  on  the 
end  of  the  pier. 

"Your  honor  is  looking  for  a  boat?"  said  the 
sailor  to  him,  taking  off  his  hat. 

"  You  have  a  boat  ready  to  sail  ?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Yes,  your  honor,  a  pilot-boat,  No.  43,  the  best 
injthe  flotilla." '7 

"  She  goes  fast  ?" 

"  Between  eight  and  nine  knots  an  hour,  nearly 
the  latter.  Will  you  look  at  her?" 


TOUR  OF  2  HE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      169 


Your  honor  will  be  satisfied.     Is  it  for  an  ex- 
cursion ?" 

"  No,  for  a  voyage." 

"  A  voyage  ?" 

"  You  will  undertake  to  convey  me  to  Yoko- 
hama ?"  } 

The  sailor,  at  these  words,  stood  with  arms  ex- 
tended and  eyes  starting  from  his  head. 

"  Your  honor  is  joking  ?"  he  said. 

"  No,  I  have  missed  the  sailing  of  the  Carnatic, 
and  I  must  be  at  Yokohama  on  the  14th,  at  the 
latest,  to  take  the  steamer  for  San  Francisco." 

[^1  regret  it,"  replied  the  pilot,  "but  it  is  impossi- 
ble?' 

"  I  offer  you  one  hundred  pounds  per  day,  and  a 
reward  of  two  hundred  pounds  if  I  arrive  in  time." 

"  You  are  in  earnest  ?"  asked  the  pilot. 

"  Very  much  in  earnest,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

The  pilot  withdrew  to  one  side.  He  looked  at 
the  sea,  evidently  struggling  between  the  desire  to 
gain  an  enormous  sum  and  the  fear  of  venturing  so 
far.  'I  Fix  was  in  mortal  suspense. 
P&uring  this  time  Mr.  Fogg  had  returned  to  Mrs. 
Aouda. 

"  You  will  not  be  afraid,  madam?"  he  asked. 

"  With  you  —  no,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  the  young 
woman. 

The  pilot  had  come  toward  the  gentleman  again, 
and  was  twisting  his  hat  in  his  hands. 

"Well,  pilot?"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 


160      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

"  Well,  your  honor,"  replied  the  pilot,  "  I  can  risk 
neither  my  men,  nor  myself,  nor  yourself,  in  so  long 
a  voyage  on  a  boat  of  scarcely  twenty  tons,  at  this 
time  of  the  year.  Besides,  we  would  not  arrive  in 
time,  for  it  is  sixteen  hundred  and  fifty  miles  from 
Hong  Kong  to  Yokohama." 

"  Only  sixteen  hundred,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  It  is  the  same  thingj 

Fix  took  a  good  long  breath. 

!"J3ut,"  added  the  pilot,  "  there  might  perhaps  be 
a  means  to  arrange  it  otherwise." 

Fix  did  not  breathe  any  more. 
["How?"  asked  Phileas  Fogg^ 

"  By  going  to  Nagaski,  the  southern  extremity  of 
Japan,  eleven  hundred  miles,  or  only  to  Shanghai, 
eight  hundred  miles  from  Hong  Kong.  In  this  last 
journey  we  would  not  be  at  any  distance  from  the 
Chinese  coast,  which  would  be  a  great  advantage, 
all  the  more  so  that  the  currents  run  to  the  north." 

"  Pilot,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  I  must  take  the 
American  mail  steamer  at  Yokohama,  and  not  at 
Shanghai  or  Nagaski." 

"Why  not?"  replied  the  pilot.  \  "The  San  Fran- 
cisco steamer  does  not  start  fromTokohamaTi  She 

»j 

stops  there  and  at__JTagaski,  ibut  her  port  of  de- 
parture is  Shanghai/] 

"  You  are  certain  of  what  you  are  saying  ?" 

"  Certain." 
~rtAnd  when  does  the  steamer  leave  Shanghai?" 

"  On  the  llth,  at  seven  o'clock  in  the  evening. 
We  have  then  four  days  before  us.  Four  days,  that 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8.      161 

is  ninety-six  hours,  and  with  an  average  of  eight 
knots  an  hour,jif  we  have  good  luck,  if  the  wind 
keeps  to  the  southeast,  if  the  sea  is  calm,  we  can 
make  the  eight  hundred  miles  which  separate  us 
from  Shanghai/^J 

"And  y6u  can  leave " 

"  In  an  hour,  time  enough  to  buy  my  provisions 
and  hoist  sail." 

"  It  is  a-  ha-T'ga"* — you  are  the  master  of  the  boat  ?" 
"  Yes,  John  Bunsby,  master  of  the  Tankadere." 
"  Do  you  wish  some  earnest  money  ?" 
"  If  it  does  not  inconvenience  your  honor." 

--  v 

r.Here  are  two  hundred  pounds  on  account.  Sir," 
added  Phileas  Fogg,  turning  toward  Fix,  "  if  you 
wish  to  take  advantage " 

"  Sir,"  answered  Fix  resolutely,  "  I  was  going  to 
ask  this  favor  of  you." 

"  Well.     In  half  an  hour  we  will  be  on  board." 

"  But  this  poor  fellow — "  said  Mrs.  Aouda,  whom 
Passepartout's  disappearance  worried  very  much. 

"  I  am  going  to  do  all  I  can  to  find  him,"  replied 
Phileas  Fogg. 

And  while  Fix,  nervous,  feverish,  angry,  repaired 
to  the  pilot-boat,  the  two  others  went  to  the  police 
station  at  Hong  Kong.  Phileas  Fogg  gave  there 
Passepartout's  description,  and  left  a  sufficient  sum 
to  find  him.  /The  same  formality  was  carried  out  at 
the  French  consular  agent's,  and  the  palanquin 
having  stopped  at  the  hotel  where  the  baggage  had 
been  taken,  took  the  travelers  back  to  the  outer 
pier. 


163      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

Three  o'clock.  The  pilot-boat,  No.  43,  her  crew 
on  board,  and  her  provisions  stowed  away,  was 
ready  to  set  sail. 

She  was  a  charming  little  schooner  of  twenty  tons 
— this  Tankadere — with  a  sharp  cutwater,  very 
graceful  shape,  and  long  water  lines.  She  might 
have  been  called  a  racing  yacht.  Her  shining 
copper  sheathing,  her  galvanized  iron  work,  her 
deck  white  as  ivory,  showed  that  Master  John 
Buns  by  knew  how  to  keep  her  in  good  condition. 
Her  two  masts  leaned  a  little  to  the  rear.  She 
carried  brigantine  foresail,  storm-jib,  and  standing- 
jib,  and  could  rig  up  splendidly  for  a  rear  wind. 
She  ought  to  sail  wonderfully  well,  and  in  fact  she 
had  won  several  prizes  in  pilot-boat  matches. 

The  crew  of  the  Tankadere  was  composed  of 
the  master,  John  Bunsby,  and  four  men.  They  were 
of  that  class  of  hardy  sailors  who,  in  all  weathers, 
venture  out  in  search  of  vessels,  and  are  thoroughly 
acquainted  with  these  seasons.  John  Bunsby,  a  man 
about  forty-five  years,  vigorous,  well  sunburned,  of 
a  lively  expression,  of  an  energetic  face,  self-reliant, 
well  posted  in  his  business,  would  have  inspired  con- 
fidence in  the  most  timorous. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Mrs.  Aouda  went  on  board. 
Fix  was  already  there. }  They  went  down  by  steps 
in  the  rear  of  the  schooner  into  a  square  cabin, 
whose  walls  bulged  out  in  the  form  of  cots,  above  a 
circular  divan.  In  the  middle  there  was  a  table 
lighted  by  a  hanging  lamp.  It  was  small,  but  neat 

"  I  regret  having  nothing  better  to  offer  you," 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      163 

said  Mr.  Foggj  to  Fix,  who  bowed  without  reply- 
ing. 

'•  The  detective  felt  somewhat  humiliated  by  thus 
taking  advantage  of  Mr.  Fogg's  kindnesses. 

"  Surely,"  he  thought,  "  he  is  a  very  polite  rogue, 
but  he  is  a  rogue !" 

At  ten  minutes  after  three  the  sails  were  hoisted. 
The  English  flag  was  flying  at  the  gaff  of  the 
schooner.  HThe  passengers  were  seated  on  deck. 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Mrs.  Aouda  cast  a  last  look  at  the 
wharf,  in  hopes  of  seeing  Passepartout. 

Fix  was  not  without  apprehension,  for  chance 
might  have  brought  to  this  place  the  unfortunate 
young  man  whom  he  had  so  indignantly  treated, 
and  then  an  explanation  would  have  taken  place, 
from  which  the  detective  would  not  have  got  out  to 
advantage..  But  the  Frenchman  did  not  show  him- 
self, and  doubtless  the  stupefying  narcotic  still  held 
him"  under  its  influence. 

Finally  Master  John  Bunsby  ordered  to  start, 
and  the  Tankadere,  taking  the  wind  under  her 
brigantine  foresail  and  standing-jib,  flew  out  in  the 
bounding  sea. 


164      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 


CHAPTEE  XXL 

IN  WHICH  THE  MASTER  OF  THE  TANKADERE  RUNS 
GREAT  RISK  OF  LOSING  A  REWARD  OF  TWO  HUN- 
DRED POUNDS. 

THIS  voyage  of  eight  hundred  miles,  undertaken 
in  a  craft  of  twenty  tons,  and  especially  in  that 
season  of  the  year,  was  venturesome.  The  Chinese 
seas  are  generally  rough,  exposed  to  terrible  blows, 
principally  during  the  equinoxes,  and  this  was  in  the 
first  days  of  November. 

It  would  have  very  evidently  been  to  the  advan- 
tage of  the  pilot  to  take  his  passengers  so  far  as 
Yokohama,  as  he  was  paid  so  much  per  day.  But 
it  would  have  been  great  imprudence  on  his  part  to 
attempt  such  a  voyage  under  such  conditions,  and  it 
was  a  bold  act,  if  not  a  rash  one,  to  go  as  far  as 
Shanghai.  But  John  Bunsby  had  confidence  in  his 
Tankadere,  which  rode  the  waves  like  a  gull,  and 
perhaps  he  was  not  wrong. 

During  the  later  hours  of  this  day  the  Tanka- 
dere sailed  through  the  capricious  channels  of 
Hong  Kong,  and,  in  all  her  movements,  from  what- 
ever quarter  the  wind  came,  she  behaved  hand- 
somely. 

"  I  do  not  need,  pilot,"  said  Phileas  Fogg,  the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS-      165 

moment  the  schooner  touched  the  open  sea,  "  to 
recommend  to  you  all  possible  diligence." 

"  Your  honor  may  depend  upon  me,"  replied  John 
Bunsby.  "  In  the  matter  of  sails,  we  are  carrying 
all  that  the  wind  will  allow  us  to  carry.  Our  poles 
would  add  nothing,  and  would  interfere  with  the 
sailing  of  our  craft." 

"  It  is  your  trade,  and  not  mine,  pilot,  and  I  trust 
to  you."  Phileas  Fogg,  his  body  erect  and  legs 
wide  apart,  standing  straight  as  a  sailor,  looked  at 
the  surging  sea  without  staggering.  The  young 
woman  seated  aft,  felt  quite  affected  looking  at  the 
ocean,  already  darkened  by  the  twilight,  which  she 
was  braving  upon  so  frail  a  craft.  Above  her  head 
were  unfurled  the  white  sails,  looking  in  space  like 
immense  wings.  The  schooner,  impelled  by  the 
wind,  seemed  to  fly  through  the  air. 

Night  set  in.  The  moon  was  entering  her  first 
quarter,  and  her  scanty  light  was  soon  extinguished 
in  the  haze  of  the  horizon.  Clouds  were  rising 
from  the  east,  and  already  covered  a  portion  of  the 
heavens. 

The  pilot  had  put  his  lights  in  position — an  indis- 
pensable precaution  to  take  in  these  seas,  so  much 
frequented  by  vessels  bound  landward.  Collisions 
were  not  rare,  and  at  the  rate  she  was  going,  the 
schooner  would  be  shattered  by  the  least  shock. 

Fix  was  dreaming  forward  on  the  vessel.  He 
kept  himself  apart,  knowing  Fogg  naturally  to  be 
not  much  of  a  talker.  Besides,  he  hated  to  speak  to 
this  man,  whose  accommodations  he  had  accepted. 


166      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

He  was  thinking  thus  of  the  future.  It  appeared 
certain  to  him  that  Mr.  Fogg  would  not  stop  at 
Yokohama,  that  he  would  immediately  take  the 
San  Francisco  steamer  to  reach  America,  whose  vast 
extent  would  assure  him  impunity  with  security. 
It  seemed  to  him  that  Phileas  Fogg's  plan  could  not 
be  simpler. 

Instead  of  embarking  in  England  for  the  United 
States,  like  a  common  rogue,  this  Fogg  had  made 
the  grand  round,  and  traversed  three-quarters  of 
the  globe,  in  order  to  gain  more  surely  the  American 
continent,  where  he  would  quietly  consume  the 
large  sum  stolen  from  the  bank,  after  having  thrown 
the  police  off  his  track.  But,  once  upon  the  soil  of 
the  United  States,  what  would  Fix  do  ?  Abandon 
this  man  ?  No,  a  hundred  times  no !  And  until  he 
had  obtained  an  extradition  order  he  would  not 
leave  him  for  an  instant.  It  was  his  duty,  and  he 
would  fulfill  it  to  the  end.  In  any  event  one  happy 
result  had  been  obtained.  Passepartout  was  no 
longer  with  his  master;  and,  especially  after  the 
confidence  Fix  had  reposed  in  him,  it  was  important 
that  the  master  and  servant  should  never  see  each 
other  again. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  constantly  thinking  of  his 
servant,  who  had  disappeared  so  singularly.  After 
having  thought  over  everything,  it  seemed  not  im- 
possible to  him  that,  in  consequence  of  a  misunder- 
standing, the  poor  fellow  had  set  sail  upon  the 
Carnatic  at  the  last  moment.  It  was  the  opinion 
of  Mrs.  Aouda  also,  who  regretted  very  much  this 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      167 

good  servant,  to  whom  she  owed  so  much.  It  might 
be  that  they  would  find  him  again  at  Yokohama, 
and  if  the  Carnatic  had  taken  him  thither,  it  would 
be  easy  to  find  it  out. 

Toward  ten  o'clock  the  breeze  began  to  freshen. 
Perhaps  it  would  have  been  prudent  to  take  in  a 
reef,  but  the  pilot,  having  carefully  examined  the 
state  of  the  heavens,  left  the  rigging  as  it  was. 
Besides,  the  Tankadere  carried  sail  admirably, 
having  a  deep  draft  of  water,  and  everything  was 
prepared  to  go  rapidly  in  case  of  a  gale. 

At  midnight  Phileas  Fogg  and  Mrs.  Aouda  de- 
scended into  the  cabin.  Fix  had  preceded  them,  and 
was  stretched  on  one  of  the  cots.  As  for  the  pilot 
and  his  men,  they  remained  on  deck  all  night. 

The /next  day,  the  8th  of  November,  at  sunrise, 
the  schooner  had  made  more  than  one  hundred 
miles?)  Her  course,  frequently  tried,  showed  that 
the  average  of  her  speed  was  between  eight  and 
nine  knots  an  hour.  The  Tankadere  carried  full 
sail,  and  injthis  rig  she  obtained  the  maximum  of 
rapidity.  \Jf  the  wind  kept  the  same,  the  chances 
were  in  her  favor.y 

The  Tankadere,  during  the  whole  day,  did  not  go 
far  from  the  coast,  whose  currents  were  favorable 
to  her,  and  which  was  five  miles  off  at  the  most 
from  her  larboard  quarter,  and  irregularly  outlined 
appeared  sometimes  across  the  clearings.  The  wind 
coming  from  the  land  was,  on  that  account,  not 
quite  so  strong,  a  fortunate  circumstance  for  the 
schooner,  for  vessels  of  a  small  tonnage  suffer  above 


168      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

all  from  the  roll  of  the  sea  which  interferes  with 
their  speed,  "  killing  "  them,  to  use  the  sailors'  ex- 
pression. 

Toward  noon  the  breeze  abated  a  little  and  set  in 
from  the  southeast.  The  pilot  put  up  his  poles ; 
but  at  the  end  of  two  hours  it  was  necessary  to  take 
them  down,  as  the  wind  freshened  up  again. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  the  young  woman,  very  fortunately 
unaffected  by  seasickness,  eat  with  a  good  appetite 
the  preserves  and  ship  biscuit.  Fix  was  invited  to 
share  their  repast,  and  was  compelled  to  accept, 
knowing  very  well  that  it  is  as  necessary  to  ballast 
stomachs  as  vessels,  but  it  vexed  him !  To  travel  at 
this  man's  expense,  to  be  fed  from  his  provisions, 
was  rather  against  his  grain.  He  eat,  daintily,  it  is 
true,  but  finally  he  eat. 

However,  this  repast  finished,  he  took  Mr.  Fogg 
aside  and  said  to  him : 

"  Sir " 

This  "sir"  scorched  his  lips,  and  he  controlled 
himself  so  as  not  to  collar  this  "  gentleman !" 

"  Sir,  you  have  been  very  kind  to  offer  me  a  pas- 
sage on  your  vessel.  But,  although  my  resources 
do  not  permit  me  to  expend  as  freely  as  you,  I  in- 
tend to  pay  my  share— 

"Let  us  not  speak  of  that,  sir,"  replied  Mr. 
Fogg. 

"  But,  if  I  insist— 

"  No,  sir,"  repeated  Fogg,  in  a  tone  which  did  not 
admit  of  reply.  "  That  will  enter  into  the  general 
expenses." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      169 

Fix  bowed ;  he  had  a  stifling  feeling,  and  going 
forward  he  lay  down,  and  did  not  say  a  word  more 
during  the  day. 

In  the  meantime  they  were  moving  on  rapidly. 
John  Bunsby  had  high  hopes.  He  said  to  Mr.  Fogg 
several  times  that  they  would  arrive  at  Shanghai  at 
the  desired  time.  Mr.  Fogg  simply  replied  that  he 
counted  on  it.  The  whole  crew  .went  to  work  in 
earnest.  The  reward  enticed  these  good  people.  So 
there  was  not  a  sheet  which  was  not  conscientiously 
tightened !  Not  a  sail  which  was  not  vigorously 
hoisted !  Not  a  lurch  for  which  the  man  at  the 
helm  could  be  blamed !  They  would  not  have  ma- 
neuvered more  rigorously  in  a  regatta  of  the  Koyal 
Yacht  Club. 

In  the  evening  the  pilot  marked  on  the  log  a  dis- 
tance of  two  hundred  and  twenty  miles  from  Hong 
Kong,  and  Phileas  Fogg  might  hope  that  on  arriv- 
ing at  Yokohama  he  would  not  have  to  note  any 
delay  in  his  journal.  Thus,  the  first  serious  mis- 
chance that  he  had  suffered  since  his  departure  from 
London  would  probably  not  affect  his  journey  worth 
mentioning. 

During  the  night,  toward  the  early  morning 
hours,  the  Tankadere  entered,  without  difficulty,  the 
Straits  of  Fo  Kien,  which  separate  the  large  Island 
of  Formosa  from  the  Chinese  coast,  and  she  crossed 
the  Tropic  of  Cancer.  The  sea  was  very  rough  in 
these  straits,  full  of  eddies  formed  by  counter  cur- 
rents. The  schooner  labored  heavily.  The  short 
waves  broke  her  course.  It  became  very  difficult  to 
stand  up  on  the  deck- 

«  Vol.  2 


170      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

"With  daybreak  the  wind  became  fresher.  \JThere 
was  the  appearance  of  a  squall  in  the  heavens.  Be- 
sides, the  barometer  announced  a  speedy  change  o 
the  atmosphere ;  its  daily  movement  was  irregular, 
and  the  mercury  oscillated  capriciously.  The  sea 
was  seen  rising  toward  the  southeast  in  long  swells, 
betokening  a  tempest.  The  evening  before  the  sun 
had  set  in  a  red  haze  amid  the  phosphorescent  scin- 
tillations of  the  ocean. 

The  pilot  examined  the  threatening  aspect  of  the 
sky  for  a  long  time,  and  muttered  between  his  teeth 
indistinctly.  At  a  certain  moment,  finding  himself 
near  his  passenger,  he  said  in  a  low  voice : 

"  Can  I  speak  freely  to  your  honor  ?" 

"  You  can,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  Well,  we  are  going  to  have  a  squall." 

"  Will  it  come  from  the  north  or  the  south  ?"  asked 
Mr.  Fogg  simply. 

"  From  the  south.  See.  A  typhoon  is  coming 
ap." 

'Mjrood  for  the  typhoon  from  the  south,  since  it 
will  send  us  in  the  right  direction,"  replied  Mr. 
Fogg. 

"  If  you  take  it  so^'  replied  the  pilot,  "  I  have 
nothing  more  to  say." 

John  Bunsby's  presentiments  did  not  deceive  him. 
At  a  less  advanced  season  of  the  year  the  typhoon, 
according  to  the  expression  of  a  celebrated  meteor- 
ologist, would  have  passed  off  like  a  luminous  cas- 
cade of  electric  flames,  but  in  the  winter  equinox 
it  was  to  be  feared  that  it  would  burst  with  vio- 
lence. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS.      171 

The  pilot  took  his  precautions  in  advance.  He 
had  all  the  schooner's  sails  reefed,  and  the  yards 
brought  on  deck.  The  pole-masts  were  dispensed 
with.  All  hands  went  forward.  The  hatches  were 
carefully  fastened.  Not  a  drop  of  water  could  then 
enter  the  hull  of  the  vessel.  A  single  triangular 
sail,  a  foresail  of  strong  canvas,  was  hoisted  as  a 
storm-jib,  so  as  to  hold  the  schooner  to  the  wind 
behind.  And  they  waited. 

£^John  Bunsby  had  begged  his  passengers  to  go 
down  into  the  cabin;  but  in  the  narrow  space, 
almost  deprived  of  air,  and-knoeked~abont  ~by^-4he 
waves,  this  imprisonment  had  in  it  nothing  agreeable. 
Neither  Mr.  Fogg,  nor  Mrs.  Aouda,  nor  even  Fix 
was  contented  to  leave  the  deck. 

Toward  eight  o'clock  the  storm  of  rain  and  wind 
struck  the  deck.  "With  nothing  but  her  little  bit  of 
sail,  the  Tankadere  was  raised  like  a  feather  by  the 
wind,  the  violence  of  which  could  not  well  be  de- 
scribed in  words.  Compare  her  speed  to  quadruple 
that  of  a  locomotive  rushing  along  under  full  head 
of  steam,  and  it  would  still  be  below  the  truth. 

During  the  whole  day  the  vessel  ran  on  thus  to- 
ward the  north,  carried  by  the  tremendous  waves, 
preserving,  fortunately,  a  rapidity  equal  to  theirs. 
Twenty  times  she  was  almost  submerged  by  these 
mountains  of  water  which  rose  upon  her  from  the 
rear,  but  an  adroit  turn  of  the  helm  by  the  pilot 
warded  off  the  catastrophe.  The  passengers  were 
sometimes  covered  all  over  by  the  showers  of  spray, 
which  they  received  philosophically.  Fix  did  not 


172      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

like  it,  doubtless,  but  the  intrepid  Aouda,  with  her 
eyes  fixed  upon  her  companion,  whose  coolness  she 
could  only  admire,  showed  herself  worthy  of  him,  and 
braved  the  storm  at  his  side.  As  for  Phileas  Fogg, 
it  seemed  as  if  this  typhoon  formed  a  part  of  his 
programme. 

Up  to  this  time  the  Tankadere  had  always  held 
her  course  toward  the  north ;  but  toward  evening, 
as  might  have  been  feared,  the  wind,  shifting  three 
quarters,  blew  from  the  northwest.  The  schooner, 
now  having  her  side  to  the  waves,  was  terribly 
shaken.  The  sea  struck  her  with  a  violence  well 
calculated  to  terrify  any  one  who  does  not  know 
how  solidly  every  part  ~of  a  vessel  is  fastened  to- 
gether. 

With  nightfall  the  tempest  grew  wilder.  Seeing 
darkness  come  on,  and  with  it  the  increase  of  the 
storm,  John  Bunsby  felt  great  uneasiness.  He  asked 
himself  if  it  would  not  be  time  to  put  in  somewhere, 
and  he  consulted  his  crew. 

His  men  consulted,  John  Bunsby  approached  Mr. 
Fogg,  and  said  to  him : 

"  I  believe,  your  honor,  that  we  would  do  well  to 
make  one  of  the  ports  of  the  coast." 

"  I  believe  so,  also,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  Ah !"  said  the  pilot,  "  but  which  one !" 

"  I  only  know  one,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  quietly. 

"And  that  is " 

"  Shanghai !" 

The  pilot  could  not  at  first  comprehend  for  a  few 
moments  what  this  answer  meant ;  how  much 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      173 

obstinacy  and  tenacity  it    comprised.      Then    he 
cried : 

"  Ah,  well,  yes !  your  honor  is  right.  On  to 
Shanghai !" 

And  the  direction  of  the  Tankadere  was  unwaver- 
ingly kept  to  the  north. 

It  was  truly  a  terrible  night !  It  was  a  miracle 
that  the  little  craft  did  not  capsize.  Twice  she  was 
submerged,  and  everything  would  have  been  carried 
off  the  deck  if  the  fastening  of  the  ropes  had  given 
away.  Mrs.  Aouda  was  worn  out,  but  she  did  not 
utter  a  complaint.  More  than  once  Mr.  Fogg  had 
to  rush  toward  her  to  protect  her  from  the  violence 
of  the  waves. 

Daylight  reappearedj  The  tempest  was  still 
raging  with  the  greatest  fury.  However,  the  wind 
fell  again  into  the  southeast.  It  was  a  favorable 
change,  and  the  Tankadere  resumed  her  way  on 
this  high  sea,  whose  waves  then  struck  those  pro- 
duced by  the  new  direction  of  the  wind.  Thence  a 
shock  of  counter-rolling  waves,  which  would  have 
crushed  a  less  solidly  built  bark. 
PFrom  time  to  time  through  the  broken  mist 
the  coast  could  be  perceived,  but  not  a  ship  in 
sight.  The  Tankadere  was  the  only  one  oiKthe  sea. 

At  noon  there  were  some  signs  of  a  calm^wbich, 
with  the  sinking  of  the  sun  toward  the  horizon,  were 
more  distinct. 

The  short  duration  of  the  tempest  was  owing  to 
its  very  violence,  f  ,The  passengers,  completely  worn 
out,  could  eat  a  little  and  take  some  rest. 


174      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY 

The  night  was  comparatively  quiet.  The  pilot 
had  the  sails  again  hoisted  at  a  loWreef.Llhe  speed 
of  the  vessel  was  considerable.  j[The  next  day,  the 
llth,  at  day  dawn,  the  coast  being  sighted,  John 
Bunsby  was  able  to  assert  that  they  were  not  one 
hundred  miles  from  Shanghai. 

One  hundred  miles,  and  only  this  day  left  to 
make  the  distance !  That  very  evening  Mr.  Fogg 
ought  to  arrive  at  Shanghai,  if  he  did  not  wish  to 
miss  the  departure  of  the  Yokohama  steamer. 
Without  this  storm,  during  which  he  lost  several 
hours,  he  would  not,. .at  this  moment,  have  been 
thirty  miles  from  port. 

The  breeze  slackened,  but  fortunately  the  sea 
fell  with  it.  The  schooner  was  covered  with  canvas. 
Poles,  staysails,  counter- jibs,  all  were  carried,  and 
the  sea  foamed  under  her  keel. 

At  noon  the  Tankadere  was  not  more  than  forty- 
five  miles  from  Shanghai.  She  had  six  hours  more 
to  make  that  port  before  the  departure  of  the 
steamer  for  Yokohama. 

The  fears  of  all  were  great ;  they  wanted  to  arrive 
at  any  cost.  All  felt  their  hearts  impatiently  beat- 
ing— Phileas  Fogg  doubtless  excepted.  The  little 
schooner  must  keep  an  average  of  nine  knots  an 
horn-/ and  the  wind  was  constantly  going  down  !  It 
was  an  irregular  breeze,  with  capricious  puffs  com- 
ing from  the  coast.  They  passed,  and  the  sea  be- 
came more  smooth  immediately  after. 

But  the  vessel  was  so  light,  and  her  high  sails,  of 
a  fine  material,  caught  the  capricious  breeze  so  well 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      175 

thatjfwith  the  current  in  their  favor,  at  six  o'clock 
John  Bunsby  counted  only  ten  miles  to  Shanghai 
river,  for  the  city  itself  is  situated  at  a  distance  of 
twelve  miles  at  least  above  the  mouth.  ,  At  seven 
o'clock  they  were  stilPthree  miles  from  "Shanghai. 
A  formidable  oath  escaped  from  the  pilot's  lips.  It 
was  evident  that  the  reward  of  two  hundred  pounds 
was  going  to  slip  from  him.  He  looked  at  Mr.  Fogg. 
Mr.  Fogg  was  impassible,  and  yet  his  whole  fortune 
was  at  stake  at  this  moment. 

At  this  moment,  too,  a  long,  black  funnel,  crowned 
with  a  wreath  of  smoke,  appeared  on  the  edge  of  the 
water.  It  was  the  American  steamer  going-  at  the 
regular  hour. 

"  Maledictions  on  her !"  cried  John  Bunsby,  who 
pushed  back  the  rudder  desperately. 

"  Signal  her,"  said  Phi  leas  Fogg  simply. 

A  small  brass  cannon  stood  on  the  forward  deck 
of  the  Tankadere.  "]  It  served  to  make  signals  in  hazy 
weather. 

(TThe  cannon  was  loaded  to  the  muzzle,  but  at  the 
moment  that  the  pilot  was  going  to  apply  a  red-hot 
coal  to  the  touchhole  Mr.  Fogg  said : 

"  Hoist  your  flag." 

The  flag  was  hoisted  half-mast.    It  was  a  signal 
of  distress,  and  it  was  to  be  hoped  that  the  Ameri- 
can steamer,  perceiving  it,  would  change  her  course 
for,  a  moment  to  assist  the  little  craft. 
f"  Fire!"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

-And  the  booming  of  the  little  cannon  sounded 
through  the  air. 


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CHAPTEK  XXII. 

IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  SEES  VEKY  WELL  THAT,  EVEN 
AT  THE  ANTIPODES,  IT  IS  PRUDENT  TO  HAVE  SOME 
MONEY  IN  ONE'S  POCKET. 

THE  Carnatic,  having  left  Hong  Kong  on  the  6th 
of  November,  at  half-past  six  p.  M.,  turned  under 
full  head  of  steam  toward  the  Japanese  shores.  She 
carried  a  full  load  of  freight  and  passengers.  Two 
cabins  aft  were  unoccupied.  They  were  the  ones 
retained  for  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg. 

The  next  morning  the  men  in  the  forward  part  of 
the  vessel  saw,  not  without  some  surprise,  a  passen- 
ger, with  half-stupefied  eyes  and  disordered  head, 
coming  out  of  the  second  cabin,  and  with  tottering 
steps  taking  a  seat  on  deck. 

This  passenger  was  Passepartout  himself.  This 
is  what  happened : 

Some  minutes  after  Fix  left  the  smoking-house 
two  waiters  raised  Passepartout,  who  was  in  a  deep 
sleep,  and  laid  him  on  the  bed  reserved  for  the 
smokers.  But,  three  hours  later,  Passepartout,  pur- 
sued even  in  his  bad  dreams  by"  a  fixed  idea,  woke 
again  and  struggled  against  the  stupefying  action 
of  the  narcotic.  The  thought  of  unaccomplished 
duty  shook  off  his  torpor.  He  left  this  drunkard's 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      177 

bed  reeling,  supporting  himself  by  the  wall,J:alling 
and  rising,  but  always  and  irresistibly  urged  on  by 
a  sort  of  instinct.  He  finally  went  out  of  the  smok- 
ing-house,  crying  in  a  dream,  "  the  Carnatic !  the 
Carnatic !" 

The  steamer  was  there,  steam  up,  ready  to  leave. 
Passepartout  had  only  a  few  steps  to  go.  He  rushed 
upon  the  plank,  crossed  it,  and  fell  unconscious  on 
the  forward  deck  at  the  moment  that  the  Carnatic 
was  slipping  her  moorings.  . 

Some  of  the  sailors,  as  men  accustomed  to  these 
kind  of  scenes,  took  the  poor  fellow  down  into  a 
second  cabin,  and  Passepartout  only  waked  the  next 
morning,  one  hundred  and  fifty  miles  from  the 
Chinese  coast. 

This  is  then  why  Passepartout  found  himself  this 
morning  on  the  Carnatic's  deck,  taking  full  draughts 
of  the  fresh  sea-breezes.  The  pure  air  sobered  him. 
He  commenced  to  collect-  his  ideas,  but  he  did  not 
succeed  without  difficulty.  But,  finally,  he  recalled 
the  scenes  of  the  day  before,  the  confidences  of  Fix, 
the  smoking-house,  etc. 

"  It  is  evident,"  he  said  to  himself,  "  that  I  have 
been  abominably  drunk  !  What  will  Mr.  Fogg  say  ? 
In  any  event,  I  have  not  missed  the  steamer,  and 
this  is  the  principal  thing." 

Then,  thinking  of  Fix,  he  said  to  himself  : 

"  As  for  him,  I  hope  we  are  now  rid  of  him,  and 
that  he  has  not  dared,  after  what  he  proposed  to  me, 
to  follow  us  on  the  Carnatic.  A  police  detective  on 
toy  master's  heels,  accused  of  the  robbery  committed 


178      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

upon  the  Bank  of  England !  Pshaw  !  Mr.  Fogg  is 
as  much  a  robber  as  I  am  a  murderer!"  Ought 
Passepartout  to  tell  these  things  to  his  master? 
Would  it  be  proper  to  inform  him  of  the  part 
played  by  Fix  in  this  affair?  Would  it  not  be 
better  to  wait  until  his  return  to  London,  to  tell  him 
that  an  agent  of  the  metropolitan  police  had  fol- 
lowed him,  and  then  have  a  laugh  with  him  ?  Yes, 
doubtless.  In  any  event,  it  was  a  matter  to  be 
looked  into.  The  most  pressing  thing  was  to  rejoin 
Mr.  Fogg  and  beg  him  to  pardon  him  for  his  inex- 
cusable conduct. 

Passepartout  then  rose.  The  sea  was  rough,  and 
the  ship  rolled  heavily.  The  worthy  fellow — his 
legs  not  very  steady  yet — reached  as  well  as  he 
could  the  after-deck  of  the  ship. 

He  saw  no  one  on  the  deck  that  resembled  either 
his  master  or  Mrs.  Aouda. 

"  Good,"  said  he,  "  Mrs.  Aouda  is  still  abed  at  this 
hour.  As  for  Mr.  Fogg,  he  has  probably  found 
some  whist  player,  and  according  to  his  habit " 

So  saying,  Passepartout  descended  to  the  saloon. 
Mr.  Fogg  was  not  there.  Passepartout  had  but  one 
thing  to  do :  to  ask  the  purser  which  cabin  Mr.  Fogg 
occupied.  The  purser  replied  that  he  did  not  know 
any  passenger  of  that  name. 

"Pardon  me,"  said  Passepartout,  persisting. 
"  The  gentleman  in  question  is  tall,  cold,  non-com- 
municative, accompanied  by  a  young  lady " 

"  We  have  no  young  lady  on  board,"  replied  the 
purser.  "  To  convince  you,  here  is  the  list  of  pas- 
sengers. You  can  examine  it" 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.      179 

Passepartout  looked  over  the  list.  His  master's 
name  did  not  appear.  / 

He  felt  bewildered.     Then  an  idea  struck  him. 

"Ah !  but  see !    I  am  on  the  Carnatic  ?"  he  cried. 

"  Yes,"  replied  the  purser. 

"En  route  for  Yokohama  2" 

"Exactly  so." 

Passepartout  had  for  a  moment  feared  that  he 
had  mistaken  the  vessel !  Eut  though  he  was  on 
the  Carnatic,  he  was  certain  that  his  master  was  not 
there. 

Passepartout  dropped  into  an  armchair.  It  was 
a  thunderstroke  for  him.  j  And  suddenly  there  was 
a  gleam  of  light.  He  recollected  that  the  hour  of 
departure  for  the  Carnatic  had  been  anticipated, 
that  he  was  to  notify  his  master,  and  that  he  had 
not  done  it !  It  was  his  fault,  then,  if  Mr.  Fogg  and 
Mrs.  Aouda  had  missed  this  steamerj  .• 

His  fault,  yes,  but  still  more  that  of  the  traitor 
who,  to  separate  him  from  his  master,  to  keep  the 
latter  in  Hong  Kong,  had  made  him  drunk !  For  at 
last  he  understood  the  detective's  maneuver.  And 
now  Mr.  Fogg  surely  ruined,  his  bet  lost,  arrested, 
perhaps  imprisoned !  Passepartout  at  this  thought 
tore  his  hair.  Ah !  if  Fix  ever  fell  into  his  hands, 
what  a  settlement  of  accounts  there  would  be ! 

Finally,  after  the  first  moment  of  bewilderment, 
Passepartout  recovered  his  coolness  and  studied  the 
situation.  It  was  not  enviable.  The  Frenchman 
was  on  the  road  to  Japan.  Certain  of  arriving  there, 
how  was  he  to  get  away  ?  His  pocket  was  empty. 


180      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

Not  a  shilling,  not  a  penny  in  it!  However,  his 
passage  and  meals  on  board  were  paid  in  advance. 
He  had  then  five  or  six  days  to  come  to  a  decision. 
It  could  not  be  described  how  he  eat  and  drank  dur- 
ing the  voyage.  He  eat  for  his  master,  for  Mrs. 
Aouda,  and  for  himself.  He  eat  as  if  Japan,  where 
he  was  going  to  land,  was  a  desert  country,  bare  of 
avery  eatable  substance. 

.At  high  tide,  on  the  morning  of  tte^  13th,  the 
Carnatic  entered  the  port  of  Yokohama../ 

This  place  is  an  important  stopping  point  in  the 
Pacific,  where  all  the  mail  and  passenger  steamers 
between  North  America,  China,  Japan,  and  the 
Malay  Islands  put  in.  Yokohama  is  situated  on  the 
Bay  of  Jeddo,  at  a  short  distance  from  that  immense 
city,  the  second  capital  of  the  Japanese  Empire, 
formerly  the  residence  of  the  Tycoon,  at  the  time 
that  civil  emperor  existed,  and  the  rival  of  Tokio, 
the  large  city  in  which  the  Mikado,  the  ecclesiastical 
emperor,  the  descendant  of  the  gods,  lives. 

The  Carnatic  came  alongside  the  wharf  at  Yoko- 
hama near  the  jetties  of  the  port,  and  the  custom 
house,  in  the  midst  of  the  numerous  vessels  belong- 
ing to  all  nations. 

Passepartout  set  foot,  without  any  enthusiasm,  on 
this  so  curious  soil  of  the  Sons  of  the  Sun.  He  had 
nothing  better  to  do  than  to  take  chance  for  his 
guide,  and  to  go  at  a  venture  through  the  streets  of 
the  city. 

Passepartout  found  himself  at  first  in  an  abso- 
lutely European  city,  with  its  low  front  houses, 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      181 

ornamented  with  verandas,  under  which  showed 
elegant  peristyles,  and  which  covered  with  its  streets, 
its  squares,  its  docks,  its  warehouses,  the  entire  space 
comprised  between  "  Treaty  Promontory  "  and  the 
river.  There,  as  at  Hong  Kong,  and  as  at  Calcutta, 
there  was  a  confused  swarm  of  people  of  all  races — 
Americans,  English,  Chinese,  Dutch7~merchants 
l*ready  to  sell  everything  and  to  buy  everything,  in 
the  midst  of  whom  the  Frenchman  found  himself  as 
strange  as  if  he  had  been  cast  into  the  Hottentot 
country. 

Passepartout  had,  it  is  true,  one  resource  :  it  was 
to  make  himself  known  at  the  French  or  English 
consular  agents'  establishment  at  Yokohama;  but 
he  hated  to  tell  his  story,  so  intimately  connected 
with  that  of  his  master,  and  before  coming  to  that 
he  wished  to  exhaust  all  other  chances. 

Then,  having  gone  through  the  European  quarter 
of  the  city,  without  chance  having  served  him  in 
anything,  he  entered  the  Japanese  quarter,  decided, 
if  it  was  necessary,  to  push  on  to  Jeddo. 

This  native  portion  of  Yokohama  is  called  Ben- 
ten,  from  the  name  af  a  goddess  of  the  sea,  wor- 
shiped in  the  neighboring  islands.  There  were  to 
be  seen  splendid  avenues  of  firs  and  cedars;  the 
sacred  gates  of  a  strange  architecture ;  bridges  half 
hid  in  the  midst  of  bamboos  and  reeds;  temples 
sheltered  under  the  immense  and  melancholy  shade 
of  aged  cedars,  retreats  in  the  depths  of  which 
vegetated  the  priests  of  Buddhism  and  the  sectaries 
of  the  religion  of  Confucius ;  interminable  streets 


182      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

in  which  could  have  been  gathered  a  whole  crop  of 
children,  rose-tinted  and  red-cheeked,  good  little 
people  that  might  have  been  cut  out  of  some  native 
screen,  and  which  were  playing  in  the  midst  of 
short-legged  poodles,  and  yellowish,  tailless  cats, 
very  indolent,  and  very  affectionate. 

In  the  streets  there  was  a  constant  swarm,  going 
and  coming  incessantly ;  priests  passing  in  proces- 
sion, beating  their  monotonous  tambourines ;  patrol- 
men, custom  house  or  police  officers,  with  pointed 
hats  incrusted  with  lac,  and  carrying  two  sabers 
in  their  belts;  soldiers  dressed  in  blue  cottonade 
with  white  stripes,  and  armed  with  percussion 
muskets ;  guards  of  the  Mikado,  enveloped  in  their 
silken  doublets,  with  hauberk  and  coat  of  mail,  and 
a  number  of  other  military  men  of  all  ranks — for  in 
Japan  the  profession  of  a  soldier  is  as  much 
esteemed  as  it  is  despised  in  China.  Then,  men- 
dicant friars,  pilgrims  in  long  robes,  simple  civil- 
ians, with  their  glossy  and  jet-black  hair,  large 
heads,  long  bust,  slender  legs,  short  stature,  and 
complexions  from  the  dark  shades  of  copper  to  dead 
white,  but  never  yellow  like  that  of  the  Chinese, 
from  whom  the  Japanese  differ  essentially.  Finally, 
between  the  carriages,  the  palanquins,  the  horses, 
the  porters,  the  curtained  wheelbarrows,  the 
"norimons"  with  lac-covered  sides,  and  the  sub- 
stantial "cangos,"  genuine  bamboo  litters,  were 
seen  moving  some  homely  women,  with  tightly 
drawn  eyes,  sunken  chests,  and  teeth  blackened 
according  to  the  fashion  <vf'  the  time,  taking  short 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      183 

steps  with  their  little  feet,  upon  which  were  canvas 
shoes,  straw  sandals,  or  clogs  of  worked  wood. 
They  also  wore  with  elegance  the  national  garment, 
the  "  kiri  mon,"  a  sort  of  dressing-gown,  crossed 
with  a  silk  scarf,  whose  broad  girdle  expanded  be- 
hind into  an  extravagant  knot,  which  the  modern 
Parisian  ladies  seem  to  have  borrowed  from  the 
Japanese. 

Passepartout  walked  for  some  hours  in  the  midst 
of  this  checkered  crowd,  looking  at  the  curious  and 
rich  shops ;  the  bazaars  where  are  heaped  up  all  the 
display  of  Japanese  jewelry ;  the  restaurants, 
adorned  with  streamers  and  banners,  into  which  he 
was  interdicted  from  entering ;  and  those  tea- 
houses in  which  are  drank  full  cups  of  the  warm, 
fragrant  tea,  with  "  saki  " — a  liquor  extracted  from 
fermented  rice — and  those  comfortable  smoking- 
houses,  where  very  fine  tobacco  is  smoked,  and  not 
opium,  whose  use  is  almost  unknown  in  Japan. 

Then  Passepartout  found  himself  in  the  fields,  in 
the  midst  of  immense  rice  crops.  There  were  ex- 
panding, with  flowers  which  threw  out  their  last 
perfumes,  dazzling  camellias,  not  borne  upon  shrubs, 
but  upon  trees ;  and  in  ,the  bamboo  inclosures, 
cherry,  plum,  and  apple  trees,  which  the  natives 
cultivate  rather  for  their  blossoms  than  for  their 
fruit,  and  which  grinning  scarecrows  protect  from 
the  beak  of  the  sparrows,  the  pigeons,  the  crows, 
and  other  voracious  birds.  There  was  not  a 
majestic  cedar  which  did  not  shelter  some  large 
eagle ;  not  a  weeping  willow  which  did  not  cover 


184      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

with  its  foliage  some  heron,  sadly  perched  on  one 
foot;  while,  finally,  in  all  directions  there  were 
rooks,  ducks,  hawks,  wild  geese,  and  a  large  num- 
ber of  those  cranes  which  the  Japanese  treat  as 
"lords,"  and  which  symbolize  for  them  long  life 
and  good  fortune. 

Wandering  thus,  Passepartout  saw  some  violets 
among  the  grass,  and  said : 

"  Good !  there  is  my  supper." 

But  having  smelled  them,  he  found  no  odor  in 
them. 

"  No  chance  here !"  he  thought. 

The  good  fellow  had  certainly  had  the  foresight 
to  breakfast  as  heartily  as  possible  before  he  left  the 
Carnatic ;  but  after  walking  around  for  a  day  he 
left  that  his  stomach  was  very  empty.  He  had 
noticed  that  sheep,  goats,  or  pigs  were  entirely 
wanting  at  the  stalls  of  the  native  butchers ;  and  as 
he  knew  that  it  is  a  sacrilege  to  kill  beeves,  kept 
only  for  the  needs  of  agriculture,  he  concluded  that 
meat  was  scarce  in  Japan.  He  was  not  mistaken ; 
but  in  default  of  butcher's  meat,  his  stomach  would 
have  accommodated  itself  very  well  to  quarters  of 
deer  or  wild  boar,  some  partridges  or  quails,  some 
poultry  or  fish,  with  which  the  Japanese  feed  them- 
selves almost  exclusively,  with  the  product  of  the 
rice  fields.  But  he  had  to  put  a  brave  heart  against 
ill  luck,  and  postponed  to  the  next  day  the  care  of 
providing  for  his  nourishment. 

Night  came  on.  Passepartout  returned  to  the 
native  quarter,  and  wandered  in  the  streets  in  the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.      185 

midst  of  the  many-colored  lanterns,  looking  at  the 
groups  of  dancers,  executing  their  feats  of  agility, 
and  the  astrologers  in  the  open  air  gathering  the 
crowds  around  their  telescopes.  Then  he  saw 
again  the  harbor,  relieved  by  the  fires  of  the  fisher- 
men who  were  catching  fish  by  the  light  of  their 
torches. 

Finally,  the  streets  became  empty.  To  the  crowd 
succeeded  the  rounds  of  the  patrolmen.  These 
officers,  in  their  magnificent  costumes  and  in  the 
midst  of  their  suite,  resembled  embassadors,  and 
Passepartout  repeated  pleasantly,  each  time  that  he 
met  some  dazzling  patrol : 

"  Good,  good !  Another  Japanese  embassy  start- 
ing for  Europe  1" 


186      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 


CHAPTEK  XXIII. 

is    WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT'S    NOSE     is    LENGTHENED 

ENORMOUSLY. 

THE  next  day  Passepartout,  tired  out  and  hungry, 
said  to  himself  that  he  must  eat  at  any  cost,  and 
the  sooner  the  better.  He  had  this  resource,  to.  sell 
his  watch,  but  he  would  rather  die  of  hunger.  jNow 
was  the  time,  or  never,  for  this  good  fellow  to 
utilize  the  strong,  if  not  melodious,  voice  with 
which  nature  had  favored  him.  i 

He  knew  a  few  French  and  English  airs,  and  he 
determined  to  try  them.  The  Japanese  ought  cer- 
tainly to  be  lovers  of  music,  since  everything  with 
them  was  done  to  the  sound  of  the  cymbals,  the  tam- 
tam, and  drums,  and  they  could  not  but  appreciate 
the  talents  of  a  European  amateur. 

But,  perhaps,  he  was  a  little  early  to  organize  a 
concert,  and  the  dilettanti,  unexpectedly  awakened, 
would,  perhaps,  not  hayje  paid  the  singer  in  money 
with  the  Mikado's  likeness. 

Passepartout  decided,  then,  to  wait  a  few  hours, 
but  in|sauntering  along  the  thought  came  to  him 
that  he"  would  look  too  well  dressed  for  a  wandering 
artist,  and  the  idea  struck  him  to  exchange  his  cloth- 
ing for  a  suit  more  in  harmony  with  his  position. 


TOUR  OF  TEB  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      187 

This  exchange  would  besides  produce  a  sum  which 
he  could  immediately  apply  to  satisfying  his 
appetite. 

This  resolution  taken,  it  only  remained  to  execute 
it.  It  was  only  after  a  long  search  that  Passepar- 
tout found  a  native  clothes  dealer,  to  whom  he  told 
his  want.  The  European  garments  pleased  the 
man,  and  soon  Passepartout  came  out  wrapped  in 
an  old  Japanese  robe,  and  on  his  head  a  sort  of  one- 
sided turban,  discolored  by  the  action  of  the 
weather.  But  in  return  a  few  small  pieces  of 
money  jingled  in  his  pocket. 

"  Good,"  he  thought,  "  I  will  fancy  that  we  are 
in  the  carnival !" 

Passepartout's  first  care,  thus  "  Japanesed,"  was 
to  enter  a  tea-house  of  modest  appearance,  and 
there,  with  some  remains  of  poultry  and  a  few 
handfuls  of  rice,  he  breakfasted  like  a  man  for  whom 
dinner  would  be  still  a  problem  to  be  solved. 

'"  Now,"  he  said  to  himself,  when  he  had  taken 
hearty  refreshment,  "  the  question  is  not  to  lose  my 
head.  ;  I  have  no  longer  the  resource  of  selling  this 
garment  for  another  still  more  Japanese.  £_I  must 
then  consider  the  means  of  getting  away  as 
promptly  as  possible  from  this  country  of  the  Sun, 
of  which  I  will  preserve  but  a  sorry  recoUectionTb- 

Passepartout  then  thought  of  visiting  the  steamers 
about  to  set  sail  for  America.  He  counted  on  offer- 
ing himself  in  the  capacity  of  cook  or  servant, 
asking  only  his  passage  and  his  meals  as  his  entire 
compensation.  Once  at  San  Francisco  he  would 


188      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

see  how  he  would  get  out  of  his  scrape.  The 
important  thing  was  to  traverse  these  four  thousand 
seven  hundred  miles  of  the  Pacific  stretching 
between  Japan  and  the  New  World. 

Passepartout,  not  being  a  man  to  let  an  idea 
languish,  turned  toward  the  port  of  Yokohama. 
But  as  he  approached  the  docks,  his  plans,  which 
had  appeared  so  simple  to  him  at  the  moment  when 
he  had  the  idea,  seemed  more  and  more  difficult  of 
execution.  Wljy  should  they  need  a  cook  or 
servant  aboard  an  American  steamer,  and  what 
confidence  would  he  inspire,  muffled  up  .in  this 
manner  ?  What  recommendations  would  be  of  any 
service  ?  What  references  could  he  give  ? 
'I  As  he  was  thus  reflecting,  his  eyes  fell  upon  an 
immense  placard  which  a  sort  of  clown  was  carry- 
ing through  the  streets  of  Yokohama.  This 
programme  was  thus  worded  in  English : 

"ACROBATIC  JAPANESE  TROUPE 

OF  THE 
HONORABLE  WILLIAM  BATULOAR. 

LAST  REPRESENTATIONS, 

BEFORE  THEIR   DEPARTURE  FOR  THE 

UNITED  STATES  OF  AMERICA, 

OF  THE 

LONG   NOSES  !     LONG   NOSES  ! 
UNDER  THE  DIRECT  PROTECTION  OF  THK 

GOD   TINGOU  ! 
GREAT  ATTRACTION  !" 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      189 

"The  United  States  of  America,"  cried  Passe- 
partout, "  that's  just  what  I  want !" 

He  followed  the  man  with  his  placards,  and  thus 
soon  re-entered  the  Japanese  quarter.  A  quarter  of 
an  hour  later  jhe  stopped  before,  a  large  house  sur- 
rounded by  clusters  of  streamers,  and  whose  exterior 
walls  represented,  without  perspective,  but  in  violent 
colors,  a  whole  company  of  jugglers. 

It  was'  the  Honorable  Batulcar's ;  establishment, 
who  was  a  sort  of  American  Barnum,  director  of  a 
troupe  of  mountebanks,  jugglers,  clowns,  acrobats, 
equilibrists,  gymnasts,  which,  according  to  the 
placard,  was  giving  its  last  performance  before 
leaving  the  Empire  of  the  Sun  for  the  States  of  the 
Union. 

y'assepartout  entered  under  the  porch  in  front  of 
house,  and  asked  for  Mr.  Batulcar.  He  ap- 
peared in  person. 

"  What  do  you  wish  ?"  he  said  to  Passepartout, 
taking  him  at  first  for  a  native. 

"  Do  you  need  a  servant  ?"  asked  Passepartout. 

"  A  servant,"  cried  the  Barnum,  stroking  his  thick 
gray  beard  hanging  heavily  under  his  chin.  "I 
have  two,  obedient  and  faithful,  who  have  never  left 
me,  and  who  serve  me  for  nothing^  on  condition 
that  I  feed  them.  And  here  they  are,"  he  added, 
showing  his  two  robust  arms,  furrowed  with  vein? 
as  large  as  the  strings  of  a  bass  viol. 

"  So  I  can  be  of  no  good  to  you  ?" 

"None." 


190      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIQHTY  DA  Y8. 

"  The  devil !  It  would  have  suited  me  so  well  to 
leave  with  you." 

"  Ah,  I  see !"  said  the  Honorable  Batulcar. 
"  You  are  as  much  a  Japanese  as  I  am  a  monkey ! 
Why  are  you  dressed  in  this  way  ?" 

"  One  dresses  as  one  can." 

"  Very  true.     You  are  a  Frenchman  ?" 

"  Yes,  a  Parisian  from  Paris." 

"  Then  you  ought  to  know  how  to  make  gri- 
maces ?"  I  -\ 

"^Indeed,"  replied  Passepartout,/  vexed  at  seeing 
his  nationality  call  forth  this  question,  "  we  French- 
men know  how  to  make  grimaces,  it  is  true,  but  not 
better  than  the  Americans." 

"  Just  so.  Well,  if  I  do  not  take  you  as  a  servant 
I  can  take  you  as  a  clown.  You  understand,  my 
good  fellow?  In  France  they  exhibit  foreign 
clowns,  and  abroad,  French  clowns." 

"Ah!" 

"  You  are  strong,  are  you  not  ?" 

"  Particularly  when  I  have  been  at  the  table." 

"  And  you  know  how  to  sing  ?" 

"  Yes,"  replied  Passepartout,  who  had  formerly 
taken  part  in  street  concerts. 

."But  do  you  know  how  to  sing  on  your  head, 
with  a  top  spinning  on  the  sole  of  your  left  foot, 
and  a  saber  balanced  on  the  sole  of  your  right  ?" 

"  Parbleu  /"  replied  Passepartout,  who  recalled 
the  first  exercises  of  his  youth. 

"  Then,  you  see,  all  is  right !"  replied  the  Honor- 
able  Batulcar. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.      191 

The  engagement  was  concluded  there  and  then. 

At  last  Passepartout  had  found  a  position.  He 
was  engaged  to  do  everything  in  the  celebrated 
Japanese  troupe.  It  was  not  very  flattering,  but 
within  a  week  he  would  be  on  his  way  to  San 
Francisco. 

The  performance,  so  noisily  announced  by  the 
Honorable  Batulcar,  was  to  commence  at  three 
o'clock,!  and  soon  the  formidable  instruments  of  a 
Japanese  orchestra,  drums,  and  tam-tams,  sounded 
at  the  door.  We  understand  very  well  that  Passe- 
partout could  not  have  studied  a  part,  but  he  was  to 
give  the  support  of  his  solid  shoulders  in  the  grand 
feat  of  the  "  human  pyramid,"  executed  by  the  Long 
Noses  of  the  god  Tingou.  This  great  attraction  of 
the  performance  was  to  close  the  series. 

Before  three  o'clock  the  spectators  had  crowded 
the  large  building.  Europeans  and  natives,  Chinese 
and  Japanese,  men,  women,  and  children,  rushed 
upon  the  narrow  benches,  and  into  the  boxes 
opposite  the  stage.  The  musicians  had  entered,  and 
the  full  orchestra,  with  gongs,  tam-tams,  bones, 
flutes,  tambourines,  and  large  drums  went  to  work 
furiously. 

The  performance  was  what  all  these  acrobatic  ex- 
hibitions are.  But  it  must  be  confessed  that  the 
Japanese  are  the  best  equilibrists  in  the  world. 
One,  with  his  fan  and  small  bits  of  paper,  executed 
the  graceful  trick  of  the  butterflies  and  flowers. 
Another,  with  the  odorous  smoke  of  his  pipe,  traced 


192      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

rapidly  in  the  air  a  series  of  bluish  words,  which 
formed  a  compliment  addressed  to  the  audience. 
The  latter  juggled  with  lit  candles,  which  he  blew 
out  in  succession  as  they  passed  before  his  lips,  and 
which  he  lit  again,  one  after  the  other,  without  in- 
terrupting, for  a  single  moment,  his  wonderful  jug- 
glery. The  former  produced,  by  means  of  spinning- 
tops,  the  most  improbable  combinations.  Under  his 
hand  these  humming  machines  seemed  to  be  gifted 
with  a  life  of  their  own  in  their  interminable  whirl- 
ing ;  they  ran  over  pipe  stems,  over  the  edges  of 
sabers,  over  wires  as  thin  as  hair,  stretched  from  one 
side  of  the  stage  to  the  other;  they  went  round 
large  glass  vases,  they  went  up  and  down  bamboo 
ladders,  and  scattered  into  all  the  corners,  and  pro- 
duced harmonic  effects  of  a  strange  character  by 
combining  their  various  tones.  The  jugglers  tossed 
them  up,  and  they  turned  in  the  air ;  then  threw 
them  like  shuttlecocks  with  wooden  battledoors,  and 
they  kept  on  turning ;  they  thrust  them  into  their 
pockets,  and  when  they  brought  them  out  they  were 
still  spinning — until  the  moment  when  a  relaxed 
spring  made  them  bud  into  a  Chinese  tree ! 

It  is  useless  to  describe  here  the  wonderful  feats 
of  the  acrobats  and  gymnasts  of  the  troupe.  The 
turning  on  ladders,  poles,  balls,  barrels,  etc.,  was 
executed  with  remarkable  precision.  j^But  the  prin- 
cipal attraction  of  the  performance  was  the  exhibi- 
tion of  the  Long  ISTosesj  astonishing  equilibrists, 
with  whom  Europe  is  not  yet  acquainted. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAT8.      193 

These  Long  Noses  form  a  special  company  placed 
under  the  direct  patronage  of  the  god  Tingou. 
Dressed  like  heroes  of  the  middle  ages,  they  bore 
a  splendid  pair  of  wings  on  their  shoulders.  But 
what  distinguished  them  more  particularly  was  the 
long  nose  with  which  their  faces  were  ornamented, 
and,  above  all,  the  use  they  made  of  them.'?  -  These 
noses  were  nothing  less  than  bamboos,  five,  six,  ten 
feet  long ;  some  straight,  others  curved ;  the  latter 
smooth,  the  former  with  warts  on  them.  It  was  on 
these  appendages,  fastened  firmly,  that  all  their 
balancing  feats  were  performed.  A  dozen  of  these 
sectaries  of  the  god  Tingou  lay  upon  their  backs, 
and  their  comrades  came,  dressed  like  lightning-rods, 
to  make  sport  on  their  noses,  jumping,  leaping 
from  one  to  the  other,  executing  the  most  incredible 
somersaults. 

.  To  close,  they  had  specially  announced  to  the 
public  the  "  human  pyramid,"  in  which  fifty  Long 
Noses  were  to  represent  the  car  of  Juggernaut. 
But  instead  of  forming  this  pyramid  by  taking  their 
shoulders  for  a  point  of  support,  the  artists  of  the 
Honorable  Batulcar  made  it  with  their  noses.  Now, 
the  one  of  them  who  usually  formed  the  base  of  the 
car  had  left  the  troupe,  and  as  all  that  was  necessary 
was  to  be  strong  and  agile,  Passepartout  was  chosen 
to  take  his  place. 

The  good  fellow  felt  quite  melancholy,  when — 
sad  recollection  of  his  youth — he  had  put  on  this 
costume  of  the  middle  ages,  adorned  with  parti- 
colored wings,  and  when  a  nose  six  feet  long  had 


Vol.  2 


194      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

been  put  on  his  face.  But  this  nose  was  to  earn  his 
bread  for  him,  and  he  took  his  part. 
I  Passepartout  went,  upon  the  stage  and  took  his 
place  with  those  of  his  colleagues  who  were  to  form 
the  base  of  the  car/of  Juggernaut.  All  stretched 
themselves  on  the  ffbor,  their  noses  turned  toward 
the  ceiling.  A  second  section  of  equilibrists  placed 
themselves  upon  these  long  appendages,  a  third 
formed  a  story  above,  then  a  fourth,  and  on  these 
noses  which  only  touched  at  the  point,  a  human 
monument  soon  rose  to  the  height  of  the  cornices 
of jthe  theater. 

Now  the  applause  was  redoubled,  and  the  instru- 
ments in  the  orchestra  crashed  like  so  much  thunder, 
when  the  pyramid  shook,  the  equilibrium  was 
broken,  one  of  the  noses  of  the  base  was  missing, 
and  the  monument  fell  like  a  house  of  cards. 

It  was  Passepartout's  fault,  who,  leaving  his  post,[ 
clearing  the  footlights  without  the  aid  of  his  wings, 
and  climbing  up  to  the  right-hand  gallery,  fell  at 
thejfeet  of  a  spectator,  crying : 
jfa  Ah !  my  master  !  my  master  1" 

"You  here  ?" 

"Myself!" 

"  Well,  then,  in  that  case  to  the  steamer,  young 
man  I" 

Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  who  accompanied  him, 
and  Passepartout  rushed  through  the  lobbies  to  the 
outside  of  the  building.  But  there  they  found  the 
Honorable  Batulpar,  furious,  claiming  damages  for 
the  "  breakage."  Phileas  Fogg  appeased  his  anger 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      195 

by  throwing  him  a  handful  of  banknotes.  Mr.  Fogg 
and  Mrs.  Aouda  set  foot  on  the  American  steamer, 
followed  by  Passepartout,  with  his  wings  on  his 
back,  and  on  his  face  the  nose  six  f eejb  long  which 
he  had  not  yet  been,  able  to  tear  off  \^ 


196      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.; 


CHAPTEK  XXIV. 

DTTRING   WHICH   IS   ACCOMPLISHED    THE   VOYAGE    AOBO88 
THE   PACIFIC   OCEAN. 

WHAT  had  happened  in  sight  of  Shanghai  is  un- 
derstood. The  signals  made  by  the  Tankadere  had 
been  observed  by  the  Yokohama  steamer.  The 
captain,  seeing  a  flag  at  half-mast,  had  turned  his 
vessel  toward  the  little  schooner.  A  few  minutes 
after  Phileas  Fogg,  paying  for  his  passage  at  the 
price  agreed  upon,  put  in  the  pocket  of  John  Buns- 
by,  master,  five  hundred  and  fifty  pounds.  Then 
the  honorable  gentleman,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and  Fix  as- 
cended to  the  deck  of  the  steamer,  which  immediately 
took  its  course  fi/orn  Nagasaki  and  Yokohama. 

Having  arrived  on  the  morning  of  the  14th  of 
November,  on  time,  Phileas  Fogg,  letting  Fix  go 
about  his  business,  had  gone  aboard  the  Carnatic, 
and  there  he  learned,  to  the  great  joy  of  Mrs. 
Aouda — and  perhaps  to  his  own,  but  he  did  not  let 
it  appear — that  the  Frenchman,  Passepartout,  had 
really  arrived  the  day  before  at  Yokohama.^/ 

Phileas  Fogg,  who  was  to  start  again  the  same 
evening  for  San  Francisco,  set  immediately  in 
search  of  his  servant.  He  inquired  in  vain  of  the 
French  and  English  consular  agents,  and  after  use- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TS.      197 

lessly  running  through  the  streets  of  Yokohama, 
he  despaired  of  finding  Passepartout  again,  when 
chance,  or  perhaps  a  sort  of  presentiment,  made 
him  enter  the  theater  of  the  Honorable  Batulcar. 
He  would  certainly  not  have  recognized  his  servant 
under  this  eccentric  mountebank  dress ;  but  the  lat- 
ter, lying  on  his  back,  saw  his  master  in  the  gallery. 
He  could  not  restrain  a  movement  of  his  nose. 
Thence  a  breaking  of  the  equilibrium  and  what 
followed. 

This  is  what  Passepartout  learned  from  Mrs. 
Aouda's  mouth,  who  told  him  then  how  the  voyage 
had  been  made  from  Hong  Kong  to  Yokohama  in 
company  of  a  Mr.  Fix,  on  the  schooner  Tanka- 
dere. 

At  the  name  of  Fix,  Passepartout  did  not  change 
countenance.  He  thought  that  the  time  had  not 
come  to  tell  his  master  what  had  passed  between  the 
detective  and  himself.  Thus,  in  the  story  which 
Passepartout  told  of  his  adventures,  he  only  accused 
and  excused  himself  of  having  been  overcome  by  the 
intoxication  of  opium  in  a  smoking-house  in  Hong 
Kong. 

Mr.  Fogg  listened  coldly  to  this  narrative,  without 
replying ;  then  he  opened  for  his  servant  a  credit 
sufficient  for  him  to  procure  on  board  more  suitable 
garments.  And,  indeed,  an  hour  had  not  passed, 
when  the  good  fellow,  having  cut  off  his  nose  and 
shed  his  wings,  had  nothing  more  about  him  which 
recalled  the  sectary  of  the  god  Tingou. 

The  steamer  making  the  voyage  from  Yokohama 


198      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS, 

to  San  Francisco  belonged  to  the  Pacific  Mail  Steam- 
ship Company,  and  was  named  the  General  Grant. 
She  was  a  large  side -wheel  steamer  of  two  thousand 
five  hundred  tons,  well  equipped  and  of  great  speed. 
An  enormous  walking-beam  rose  and  fell  successively 
above  the  deck ;  at  one  of  its  ends  moved  the  piston- 
rod,  and  at  the  other  the  connecting-rod,  which, 
changing  the  movement  in  a  straight  line  to  a 
circular  one,  was  applied  directly  to  the  shaft  of 
the  wheels.  The  General  Grant  was  rigged  as  a 
three-masted  schooner,  and  she  had  a  large  surface 
of  sails,  which  aided  her  steam  power  materially. 
|  "By  making  twelve  miles  an  hour  the  steamer  would 
only  need  twenty-one  days  to  cross  the  Pacific. 
Phileas  Fogg  then  had  good  reasons  for  believing  that, 
landed  at  San  Francisco  on  the  2d  of  December,  he 
would  be  in  New  York  on  the  llth,  and  in  London 
on  the  20th,  thus  gaining  some  hours  on  the  fatal 
date  of  the  21st  of  December. 

The  passengers  aboard  the  steamer  were  quite 
numerous — some  Englishmen,  many  Americans,  a 
genuine  emigration  of  coolies  to  America,  and  a 
certain  number  of  officers  of  the  Indian  army,  who 
made  use  of  their  leave  of  absence  by  making  the 
tour  of  the  world. 

P»  During  this  voyage  there  was  no  nautical  incident. 
The  steamer,  borne  up  on  its  large  wheels,  supported 
by  its  large  amount  of  canvas,  rolled  but  little.  The 
Pacific  Ocean  justified  its  name  sufficiently.  Mr. 
Fogg  was  as  calm  and  noncommunicative  as  usual. 
His  young  companion  felt  herself  more  and  more 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      199 

attached  to  this  man  by  other  ties  than  those  of 
gratitude.  This  silent  nature,  so  generous,  in  short, 
made  a  greater  impression  upon  her  than  she  thought, 
and  almost  unknown  to  herself  she  allowed  herself 
to  have  feelings  which  did  not  seem  to  affect  in  any 
way  the  enigmatic  Fogg. 

Besides,  Mrs.  Aouda  was  very  much  interested  in 
the  gentleman's  plans.  She  was  uneasy  at  the 
retarding  circumstances  which  might  prevent  the 
success  of  the  tour.  She  frequently  talked  with 
Passepartout,  who  readily  detected  the  feelings  of 
Mrs.  Aouda's  heart. j  This  good  fellow  had  the 
most  implicit  faith  with  regard  to  his  master ;  he 
did  not  exhaust  his  praises  of  the  honesty,  the 
generosity,  the  devotion  of  Phileas  Fogg ;  then  he 
reassured  Mrs.  Aouda  as  to  the  issue  of  the  voyage, 
repeating  that  the  most  difficult  part  was  done,  that 
they  had  left  the  fantastic  countries  of  China  and 
Japan, that  they  were  returning  to  civilized  countries, 
and  finally,  that  a  train  from  San  Francisco  to  New 
York,  and  a  transatlantic  steamer  from  New  York 
to  Liverpool,  would  be  sufficient,  doubtless,  to  finish 
this  impossible  tour  of  the  world  in  the  time  agreed 
upon. 

r  Nine  days  after  leaving  Yokohama,  Phileas  Fogg 
Tiad  traversed  exactly  the  half  of  the  terrestrial 
globeTj 

In  fact,  the  General  Grant,  on  the  23d  of  No- 
vember, passed  the  one  hundred  and  eightieth 
meridian,  upon  which  in  the  southern  hemisphere 
are  to  be  found  the  antipodes  of  London.  It  is  true 


200      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

that  of  the  eighty  days  at  his  disposal  he  had  used 
fifty-two,  and  there  only  remained  to  him  twenty- 
eight  to  be  consumed.  But  we  must  notice  that  if 
the  gentleman  only  found  himself  halfway  round 
by  the  difference  of  meridians,  he  had  really  accom- 
plished more  than  two-thirds  of  its  entire  course. 
Indeed,  what  forced  detours  from  London  to  Aden, 
from  Aden  to  Bombay,  from  Calcutta  to  Singapore, 
from  Singapore  to  Yokohama !  By  following  around 
the  fiftieth  parallel,  which  is  that  of  London,  the 
distance  would  have  been  but  about  twelve  thousand 
miles,  while  Phileas  Fogg  was  compelled,  by  the 
caprices  of  the  means  of  locomotion,  to  travel  over 
twenty-six  thousand,  of  which  he  had  already  made 
about  seventeen  thousand  five  hundred  at  this  date, 
the  23d  of  November.  But  now  the  route  was  a 
straight  one,  and  Fix  was  no  longer  there  to  accu- 
mulate obstacles. 

l  It  happened  also  that  on  this  23d  of  November 
Passepartout  made  quite  a  joyful  discovery.  It  will 
be  recollected  that  the  obstinate  fellow  had  insisted 
on  keeping  London  time  with  his  famous  family 
watch,  deeming  incorrect  the  time  of  the  various 
countries  that  he  traversed.  Now  this  day,  al- 
though he  had  neither  put  his  watch  forward  or 
back,  ft  agreed  with  the  ship's  chronometers! 

The  triumph  of  Passepartout  may  be  compre- 
hended. [He  would  have  liked  to  know  what  Fix 
would  have  said  if  he  had  been  present. 

"  The  rogue  who  told  me  a  heap  of  stories  about 
the  meridians,  the  sun  and  the  moon !"  said  Passe- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      201 

partout.  "  Pshaw !  if  one  listened  to  that  sort  of 
people,  we  would  have  a  nice  sort  of  clocks  and 
watches !  I  was  very  sure  that  one  day  or  another 
the  sun  would  decide  to  regulate  itself  by  my 
watch  f]  / 

Passepartout  was  ignorant  of  this:  that  if  the 
face  of  his  watch  had  been  divided  into  twenty-four 
hours,  like  the  Italian  clocks,  he  would  have  had  no 
reason  for  triumph,  for  the  hands  of  his  watch,  when 
it  was  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning  on  the  vessel, 
would  have  indicated  nine  o'clock  in  the  evening, 
that  is,  the  twenty-first  hour  after  midnight — a  dif- 
ference precisely  equal  to  that  which  exists  between 
London  and  the  one  hundred  and  eightieth  me- 
ridian. 

But  if  Fix  had  been  capable  of  explaining  this 
purely  physical  effect,  Passepartout,  doubtless, 
would  have  been  incapable,  if  not  of  understanding 
it,  at  least  of  admitting  it.  [And  in  any  event,  if 
the  impossible  thing  should  occur  that  the  detective 
would  unexpectedly  show  himself  aboard  at  this 
moment,  it  is  probable  that  Passepartout  would 
have  spitefully  talked  with  him  on  quite  a  different 
subject,  and  in  quite  a  different  manner. 

Now,  where  was  Fix  at  this  moment  ? 
,He  was  actually  on  board  the  General  Grant} 

In  fact,  on  arriving  at  Yokohama  the  detective, 
leaving  Mr.  Fogg,  whom  he  thought  he  would  see 
again  during  the  day,  had  immediately  gone  to  the 
English  consul's.-.  There  he  finally  found  the 
warrant  of  arrest,  which,  running  after  him  from 


202      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 

Bombay,  was  already  forty  days  old,  which  had 
been  sent  to  him  from  Hong  Kong  on  the  very 
Carnatic  on  board  of  which  he  was  supposed  to  be. 
The  detective's  disappointment  may  be  imagined ! 
The  warrant  was  useless  !  \  Mr.  Fogg  had  left  the 
English  possessions !  An  order  of  extradition  was 
now  necessary  to  arrest  himjy 

"  Let  it  be  so  !"  said  Fix  to  himself,  after  the  first 
moment  of  anger.  "  My  warrant  is  no  longer  good 
here ;  it  will  be  in  England.  This  rogue  has  the 
appearance  of  returning  to  his  native  country,  be- 
lieving that  he  has  thrown  the  police  off  their  guard. 
"Well,  I'll  follow  him  there.  As  for  the  money, 
heaven  grant  there  may  be  some  left !  But  what 
with  traveling,  rewards,  trials,  fines,  elephants,  ex- 
penses of  every  kind,  my  man  has  already  left  more 
than  five  thousand  pounds  on  his  route.  After 
all,  the  bank  is  rich  !'V- 

His  decision  taken,  he  immediately  went  on  board 
the  General  Grant,  and  was  there  when  Mr.  Fogg 
and  Mrs.  Aouda  arrived.  To  his  extreme  surprise, 
he  recognized  Passepartout  under  his  fantastic 
costume.  He  concealed  himself  immediately  in  his 
cabin,  to  avoid  an  explanation  which  might  damage 
everything — and,  thanks  to  the  number  of  the  pas- 
sengers, he  counted  on  not  being  seen  by  his  enemy, 
when  this  very  day  he  found  himself  face  to  face 
with  him  on  the  forward  part  of  the  ship. 

Passepartout  jumped  at  Fix's  throat,  without  any 
other  explanation,  and  to  the  great  delight  of  certain 
Americans,  who  immediately  bet  on  him,  he  gave 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      203 

the  unfortunate  detective  a  superb  volley  of  blows, 
showing  the  great  superiority  of  French  over  Eng- 
glish  boxing. 

When  Passepartout  had  finished  he  found  himself 
calmer  and  comforted.  Fix  rose  in  pretty  bad  con- 
dition, and,  looking  at  his  adversary,  he  said  to  him 
coldly : 

"Is  it  finished?" 

"  Yes,  for  the  moment." 

"  Then  I  want  a  word  with  you." 

«  But  I " 

"  In  your  master's  interest.^] 

Passepartout,  as  if  conquered  by  this  coolness, 
followed  the  detective,  and  they  both  sat  down  in 
the  forward  part  of  the  steamer. 

"  You  have  thrashed  me,"  said  Fix.  "  Good ;  I 
expected  it.  Now,  listen  to  me.  Until  the  present 
I  have  been  Mr.  Fogg's  adversary,  but  now  I  am 
with  him." 

"  At  last !"  cried  Passepartout,  "  you  believe  him 
to  Be  an  honest  man?" 

"  No,"  replied  Fix  coldly.  "  I  believe  him  to  be 
a  rogue.  'Sh!  Don't  stir,  and  let  me  talk.  As 
long  as  Mr.  Fogg  was  in  the  English  possessions  I 
had  an  interest  in  retaining  him  while  waiting  for 
a  warrant  of  arrest.  /_ I  did  everything.  I  could  for 
that.;  I  sent  against  him  the  priests  of  Bombay,  I 
maqe  you  drunk  at  Hong  Kong,  I  separated  you 
from  your  master,  I  made  him  miss  the  Yokohama 
steamer." 

Passepartout  listened  with  clinched  fists. 


204      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

"  Now,"  continued  Fix,  "  Mr.  Fogg  seems  to  be 
returning  to  England?  Well,  I  will  follow  him 
there.  But  henceforth  it  shall  be  my  aim  to  clear 
the  obstacles  from  his  path  as  zealously  and  care- 
fully  as  before  I  took  pains  to  accumulate  them. 
You  see,  my  game  is  changed,  and  it  is  changed  be- 
cause my  interest  desires  it.  I  add,  that  your  inter- 
est is  similar  to  mine,  for  you  will  only  know  in 
England  whether  you  are  in  the  service  of  a  criminal 
or  an  honest  man !" 

Passepartout  listened  to  Fix  very  attentively,  and 
he  was  convinced  that  the  latter  spoke  with  entire 
good  faith. 

"  Are  we  friends  ?"  asked  Fix. 

"  Friends,  no,"  replied  Passepartout ;  "  allies,  yes ; 
and  under  this  condition  that,  at  the  least  appear- 
ance of  treason,  I  will  twist  your  neck." 

"  Agreed,"  said  the  detective  quietly. 

Eleven  days  after,  on  the  3d  of  December,  the 
General  Grant  entered  the  bay  of  the  Golden  Gate 
and  arrived  at  San  Francisco. 

Mr.  Fogg  had  neither  gained  nor  lost  a  single 
day. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      206 


CHAPTER  XXV. 

IN   WHICH     A     SLIGHT     GLIMPSE     OF     SAN     FRANCISCO     IS 
HAD A    POLITICAL   MEETING. 

IT  WAS  seven  o'clock  in  the  morning  when  Phileas 
Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  set  foot  on  the 
American  continent  if  this  name  can  be  given  to 
the  floating  wharf^on  which  they  landed.  These 
wharves,  rising  and  falling  with  the  tide,  facilitate  the 
loading  and  unloading  of  vessels.  Clippers  of  all 
sizes  were  moored  there,  steamers  of  all  nationalities, 
and  those  steamboats  with  several  decks,  which  ply 
on  the  Sacramento  and  its  tributaries.  There  were 
accumulated  also  the  products  of  a  commerce  which 
extends  to  Mexico,  Peru,  Chili,  Brazil,  Europe,  Asia, 
and  all  the  islands  of  the  Pacific  Ocean. 

Passepartout,  in  his  joy  at  finally  touching 
American  soil,  thought  in  landing  he  would  execute 
a  perilous  leap  in  his  finest  style.  But  when  he  fell 
upon  the  wharf,  the  planks  of  which  were  worm- 
eaten,  he  almost  fell  through.  Quite  put  out  by  the 
manner  in  which  he  had  "  set  foot "  on  the  new  con- 
tinent, the  good  fellow  uttered  a  terrible  cry,  which 
sent  flying  an  innumerable  flock  of  cormorants  and 
pelicans,  the  customary  inhabitants  of  the  movable 
wharves. 


206      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 

Mr.  Fogg,  as  soon  as  he  landed,  ascertained  the 
hour  at  which  the  first  train  left  for  New  York.  It 
was  at  six  o'clock  in  the  evening.  He  had,  then,  an 
entire  day  to  spend  in  the  California  capital.  He 
ordered  a  carriage  for  Mrs.  Aouda  and  himself. 
Passepartout  mounted  the  box,  and  the  vehicle,  at 
three  dollars  for  the  trip,  turned  toward  the  Inter- 
national Hotel. 

From  the  elevated  position  that  he  occupied,  Pas- 
separtout observed  with  curiosity  the  great  Ameri- 
can city,  the  broad  streets,  low,  evenly  ranged 
houses,  the  Anglo-Saxon  Gothic  churches  and  tem- 
ples, the  immense  docks,  the  palatial  warehouses, 
some  of  wood  and  some  of  brick;  the  numerous 
vehicles  in  the  streets,  omnibuses  and  horse-cars, 
and  on  the  crowded  sidewalks  not  only  Americans 
and  Europeans,  but  also  Chinese  and  Indians— the 
component  parts  of  a  population  of  more  than  two 
hundred  thousand  inhabitants. 

Passepartout  was  quite  surprised  at  all  he  saw. 
He  was  yet  in  the  city  of  1849,  in  the  city  of  bandits, 
incendiaries,  and  assassins,  running  after  the  native 
gold,  an  immense  concourse  of  all  the  outlaws,  who 
gambled  with  gold  dust,  a  revolver  in  one  hand  and 
a  knife  in  the  other.  But  this  "  good  time "  had 
passed  away.  San  Francisco  presented  the  aspect 
of  a  large  commercial  city.  The  high  tower  of  the 
city  hall  overlooked  all  these  streets  and  avenues, 
crossing  each  other  at  right  angles,  between  which 
were  spread  out  verdant  squares,  then  a  Chinese 
quarter,  which  seemed  to  have  been  imported  from 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      207 

ihe  Celestial  Empire  in  a  toy-box.  No  more  som- 
breros, or  red  shirts  after  the  fashion  of  the  miners, 
or  Indians  with  feathers,  but  silk  hats  and  black 
clothes  worn  by  a  large  number  of  gentlemen  of 
absorbing  activity.  Certain  streets,  among  others 
Montgomery  street,  the  Eegent  street  of  London, 
the  Boulevard  des  Italiens  of  Paris,  the  Broadway 
of  New  York,  the  State  street  of  Chicago,  were 
lined  with  splendid  stores,  in  whose  windows  were 
displayed  the  products  of  the  entire  world. 

When  Passepartout  arrived  at  the  International 
Hotel,  it  seemed  to  him  that  he  had  not  left  Eng- 
land.^ 

Tne  ground  floor  of  the  hotel  was  occupied  by  an 
immense  bar,  a  sort  of  sideboard  opened  gratis  to 
every  passer-by.  Dried  beef,  oyster  soup,  biscuit, 
and  cheese  were  dealt  out  without  the  customer 
having  to  take  out  his  purse.  lie  only  paid  for  his 
drink — ale,  porter,  or  sherry,  if  he  fancied  refresh- 
ment. That  appeared  "  very  American  "  to  Passe- 
partout. 

The  hotel  restaurant  was  comfortable.  Mr.  Fogg 
and  Mrs.  Aouda  took  seats  at  a  table  and  were 
abundantly  served  in  very  small  dishes  by  negroes 
of  darkest  hue.  J 

/After  breakfast  Phileas  Fogg,  accompanied  by 
Mrs.  Aouda,  left  the  hotel  to  go  to  the  office  of  the 
English  consul  to  have  his  passport  vised  there. 
(**-  9M*T  Qa~4he.pa>¥enie»fe  he  found  his  servant,  who  asked 
him  if  it  would  not  be  prudent,  before  starting 
on  the  Pacific  railroad,  to  buy  a  few  dozen  En- 


208      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

field  rifles  or  Colt's  revolvers.  Passepartout  had 
heard  so  much  talk  of  the  Sioux  and  Pawnees  stop- 
ping trains  like  ordinary  Spanish  brigands.  Mr. 
Fogg  replied  that  it  was  a  useless  precaution,  but 
he  left  him  free  to  act  as  he  thought  best.  Then  he 
went  to  the  office  of  the  consul."! 

Phileas  Fogg  had  not  gone  two  hundred  steps 
when,  "  by  the  greatest  accident,"  he  met  Fix,  who 
manifested  very  great  surprise.  How !  Mr.  Fogg 
and  he  had  taken  together  the  voyage  across  the 
Pacific,  and  they  had  not  met  on  board  the  vessel ! 
At  all  events  Fix  could  only  be  honored  by  seeing 
again  the  gentleman  to  whom  he  owed  so  much ; 
and  his  business  calling  him  to  Europe,  he  would 
be  delighted  to  continue  his  journey  in  such  agree- 
able company/}^ 

Mr.  Fogg  replied  that  the  honor  would  be  his, 
and  Fix — who  made  it  a  point  not  to  lose  sight  of 
him — asked  his  permission  to  visit  with  him  this 
curious  city  of  San  Francisco,  which  was  granted. 

Mrs.  Aouda,  Phileas  Fogg,  and  Fix  sauntered 
through  the  streets.  They  soon  found  themselves 
in  Montgomery  street,  where  the  crowd  of  people 
was  enormous.  On  the  sidewalks,  in  the  middle  of 
the  street,  on  the  horse-car  rails,  notwithstanding 
the  incessant  passage  of  the  coaches  and  omnibuses, 
on  the  steps  of  the  stores,  in  the  windows  of  all  the 
houses,  and  even  up  to  the  roofs  there  was  an  innu- 
merable crowd.  Men  with  placards  circulated  among 
the  groups.  Banners  and  streamers  floated  in  the 
wind.  There  were  shouts  in  every  direction. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      209 

"Hurrah  for  Camerfield!" 

"  Hurrah  for  Mandiboy  !" 

It  was  a  political  meeting.  At  least  so  Fix 
thought,  and  he  communicated  his  ideas  to  Mr, 
Fogg,  adding : 

"  We  will  perhaps  do  well,  sir,  not  to  mingle  in 
this  crowd.  Only  hard  blows  will  be  got  here." 

"  In  fact,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  blows,  if  they 
are  political,  are  not  less  blows." 

Fix  could  not  help  smiling  at  this  remark,  and  in 
order  to  see,  without  being  caught  in  the  crowd, 
Mrs.  Aouda,  Phileas  Fogg  and  he  secured  a  place 
upon  the  upper  landing  of  a  flight  of  steps  reaching 
to  the  top  of  a  terrace,  situated  in  the  upper  end  of 
Montgomery  street.  Before  them,  on  the  other 
side  of  the  street,  between  the  wharf  of  a  coal  mer- 
chant and  the  warehouse  of  a  petroleum  dealer, 
there  was  a  large  platform  in  the  open  air,  toward 
which  the  various  currents  of  the  crowd  seemed  to 
be  tending. 

And  now,  why  this  meeting?  What  was  the 
occasion  of  its  being  held  ?  Phileas  Fogg  did  not 
know  at  all.  Was  it  for  the  nomination  of  some  high 
military  or  civil  official,  a  State  governor,  or  a  mem- 
ber of  Congress  ?  It  might  be  supposed  so,  seeing 
the  great  excitement  agitating  the  city. 

At  this  moment  there  was  quite  a  movement  in 
the  crowd.  Every  hand  was  thrown  in  the  air. 
Some,  tightly  closed,  seemed  to  rise  and  fall  rapidly 
in  the  midst  of  the  cries — an  energetic  manner,  no 
doubt,  of  casting  a  vote.  The  crowd  fell  back. 


210      TO  UH  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 

The  banners  wavered,  disappeared  for  an  instant, 
and  reappeared  in  tatters.  The  surging  of  the 
crowd  extended  to  the  steps,  while  every  head 
moved  up  and  down  on  the  surface  like  a  sea  sud- 
denly agitated  by  a  squall.  The  number  of  black 
hats  diminished  perceptibly,  and  the  most  of  them 
seemed  to  have  lost  their  normal  height. 

"  It  is  evidently  a  meeting,"  said  Fix  ;  "  and  the 
question  which  has  excited  it  must  be  a  stirring 
one.  I  would  not  be  astonished  if  they  were  still 
discussing  the  Alabama  affair,  although  it  has  been 
settled." 

"  Perhaps,"  simply  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  In  any  event,"  replied  Fix,  "  two  champions  are 
in  each  other's  presence,  the  Hon.  Mr.  Camerfield 
and  the  Hon.  Mr.  Mandiboy." 

Mrs.  Aouda,  leaning  on  Phileas  Fogg's  arm, 
looked  with  surprise  at  this  noisy  scene,  and  Fix  was 
going  to  ask  one  of  his  neighbors  the  reason  of  this 
popular  effervescence,  when  a  more  violent  move- 
ment broke  out.  The  hurrahs,  interspersed  with 
insults,  redoubled.  The  staffs  of  the  banners  were 
transformed  into  offensive  arms.  Instead  of  hands, 
there  were  fists  everywhere.  From  the  top  of  car- 
riages and  omnibuses,  blocked  in  their  course,  for- 
midable blows  were  exchanged.  Everything  was 
made  use  of  as  projectiles.  Boots  and  shoes  de- 
scribed extended  curves  in  the  air,  and  it  seemed 
even  as  if  some  revolvers  mingled  their  national 
sounds  with  the  loud  cries  of  the  crowd. 

The  crowd  approached  the  flight  of  stairs,  and 


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swept  over  on  to  the  lower  steps.  One  of  the  parties 
had  evidently  been  repulsed  without  disinterested 
spectators  knowing  whether  the  advantage  was 
with  Mandiboy  or  Camerfield. 

"  I  believe  that  it  is  prudent  for  us  to  retire,"  said 
Fix,  who  did  not  want  his  "  man "  to  get  hurt  or 
mixed  up  in  a  bad  business.  "  If  this  is  an  English 
question,  and  we  are  recognized,  we  will  be  treated 
roughly  in  this  mixed  crowd." 

"  An  English  citizen — "  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

But  the  gentleman  could  not  finish  his  sentence. 
Behind  him,  on  the  terrace  above  the  stairs,  there 
were  frightful  yells.  They  cried,  "  Hip !  hip  !  hur- 
rah for  Mandiboy !"  It  was  a  party  of  voters  com- 
ing to  the  rescue,  flanking  the  Camerfield  party. 

Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and  Fix  found  themselves 
between  two  fires.  It  was  too  late  to  escape.  This 
torrent  of  men,  armed  with  loaded  canes  and  blud- 
geons, was  irresistible.  Phileas  Fogg  and  Fix,  in 
protecting  the  young  woman,  were  very  roughly 
treated.  Mr.  Fogg,  not  less  phlegmatic  than  usual, 
tried  to  defend  himself  with  the  natural  weapons 
placed  at  the  end  of  the  arms  of  every  Englishman, 
but  in  vain.  A  large  rough  fellow,  with  a  red 
beard,  flushed  face,  and  broad  shoulders,  who  seemed 
to  be  the  chief  of  the  band,  raised  his  formidable  fist 
to  strike  Mr.  Fogg,  and  he  would  have  damaged  that 
gentleman  very  much  if  Fix,  throwing  himself  in 
the  way,  had  not  received  the  blow  in  his  place. 
An  enormous  bump  rose  at  once  under  the  detec- 
tive's silk  hat,  transformed  into  a  simple  cap. 


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"  Yankee !"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  casting  at  his  adver- 
sary a  look  of  deep  scorn. 

"  Englishman  !"  replied  the  other,  "  we  will  see 
each  other  again." 

"  When  you  please." 

"  Your  name  ?" 

"  Phileas  Fogg.     And  yours  ?" 

"  Colonel  Stamp  Proctor." 

Then  the  crowd  passed  on,  throwing  Fix  down. 
He  rose  with  his  clothes  torn,  but  without  serious 
hurt.  His  traveling  overcoat  was  torn  in  two  un- 
equal parts,  and  his  pantaloons  resembled  those  of 
certain  Indians,  who,  as  a  fashion,  put  them  on  only 
after  first  taking  out  the  seat.  But  to  sum  up,  Mrs. 
Aouda  had  been  spared,  and  Fix  alone  had  been 
harmed  by  the  fist-blow. 

"  Thanks,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  detective,  as  soon 
as  they  were  out  of  the  crowd. 

"  No  thanks  necessary,"  replied  Fix,  "  but  come 
with  me." 

"  Where  ?" 

"  To  the  tailor's." 

In  fact  this  visit  was  opportune.  The  garments 
of  Phileas  Fogg  and  Fix  were  in  tatters,  as  if  these 
two  gentlemen  had  fought  for  Hon.  Messrs.  Gamer- 
field  &  Mandiboy. 

An  hour  afterward  they  had  respectable  clothes 
and  hats.  Then  they  returned  to  the  International 
Hotel. 

Passepartout  was  waiting  there  for  his  master, 
armed  with  a  half-dozen  sharp-shooting,  six-barreled, 


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breech-loading  revolvers.  When  he  perceived  Fix 
in  company  with  Mr.  Fogg,  his  brow  darkened. 
Mrs.  Aouda,  however,  having  told  in  a  few  words 
what  had  happened,  Passepartout  became  calm 
again.  Fix  was  evidently  no  longer  an  enemy  but 
an  ally.  He  was  keeping  his  word. 

Dinner  over,  a  coach  drove  up  to  take  the  pas- 
sengers and  their  baggage  to  the  station.  As 
they  were  getting  into  the  coach  Mr.  Fogg  said  to 
Fix: 

"  Did  you  see  Colonel  Proctor  again  ?" 

"  No,"  replied  Fix. 

"  I  shall  return  to  America  to  find  him  again," 
said  Mr.  Fogg  coldly.  "  It  would  not  be  proper  for 
an  English  citizen  to  allow  himself  to  be  treated  in 
this  way." 

The  detective  smiled  and  did  not  answer  him. 
But  it  is  seen  that  Mr.  Fogg  was  one  of  those  Eng- 
lishmen, who,  while  they  do  not  tolerate  dueling  at 
home,  will  fight  abroad,  when  it  is  necessary  to 
maintain  their  honor. 

At  a  quarter  before  six  the  travelers  reached  the 
station  and  found  the  train  ready  to  start. 

At  the  moment  that  Mr.  Fogg  was  going  to 
get  into  the  cars,  he  called  a  porter  and  asked  him : 

"  Was  there  not  some  disturbance  in  San  Fran- 
cisco to-day  ?" 

"  It  was  a  political  meeting,  sir,"  replied  the 
porter. 

"  But  I  thought  I  noticed  a  certain  excitement  in 
the  streets." 


214      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 

"  It  was  simply  a  meeting  organized  for  an  elec- 
tion." 

"  The  election  of  a  general-in-chief ,  doubtless  ?" 
asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No,  sir,  of  a  justice  of  the  peace." 

Upon  this  reply  Phileas  Fogg  jumped  aboard  the 
car,  and  the  train  started  at  full  speed. 


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CHAPTEK  XXVI. 

IN   WHICH   OUR  PARTY  TAKE  THE  EXPRESS  TRAIN  ON  THE 
PACIFIC  RAILROAD. 

"  FROM  ocean  to  ocean" — so  say  the  Americans, 
and  these  four  words  ought  to  be  the  general  name 
of  the  "grand  trunk"  which  traverses  the  United 
States  in  their  greatest  breadth.  But,  in  reality, 
the  Pacific  Kailroad  is  divided  into  two  distinct 
parts :  the  Central  Pacific  from  San  Francisco  to 
Ogden,  and  the  Union  Pacific  from  Ogden  to  Omaha. 
At  that  point  five  distinct  lines  meet,  which  places 
Omaha  in  frequent  communication  with  New  York. 

New  York  and  San  Francisco  are  therefore  now 
united  by  an  uninterrupted  metal  ribbon  measuring 
not  less  than  three  thousand  seven  hundred  and 
eighty-six  miles.  Between  Omaha  and  the  Pacific 
the  railroad  traverses  a  country  still  frequented  by 
the  Indians  and  wild  animals — a  vast  extent  of 
territory  which  the  Mormons  commenced  to  col- 
onize about  1845,  after  they  were  driven  out  of 
Illinois. 

Formerly,  under  the  most  favorable  circum- 
stances, it  took  six  months  to  go  from  New  York  to 
San  Francisco.  Now  it  is  done  in  seven  days. 

It  was  in  1862,  notwithstanding  the  opposition  of 


216      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

the  Southern  Congressmen,  who  wished  a  more 
southerly  line,  that  the  route  of  the  railroad  was 
fixed  between  the  forty-first  and  forty-second 
parallels.  President  Lincoln,  of  so  lamented  mem- 
ory, himself  fixed  in  the  State  of  Nebraska,  at  the 
city  of  Omaha,  the  beginning  of  the  new  network. 
Work  was  commenced  immediately,  and  prosecuted 
with  that  American  activity  which  is  neither  slow 
nor  routine-like.  The  rapidity  of  the  construction 
did  not  in  any  way  injure  its  thoroughness.  On  the 
prairies  the  road  progressed  at  the  rate  of  a  mile  and 
a  half  per  day.  A  locomotive,  moving  over  the 
rails  laid  yesterday,  carried  the  rails  for  the  next 
day,  and  ran  upon  them  in  proportion  as  they  were 
laid. 

The  Pacific  Railway  throws  off  several  branches 
on  its  route  in  the  States  of  Iowa,  Kansas,  Colorado, 
and  Oregon.  Leaving  Omaha  it  takes  the  left  bank 
of  the  Platte  river  as  far  as  the  mouth  of  the  North 
Fork,  follows  the  South  Fork,  crosses  the  Laramie 
Territory  and  the  Wahsatch  mountains,  turns  Salt 
Lake,  arrives  at  Salt  Lake  City,  the  capital  of  the 
Mormons,  buries  itself  in  the  Tuilla  valley,  crosses 
the  American  Desert,  the  Cedar  and  Humboldt 
mountains,  Humboldt  river,  the  Sierra  Nevada,  and 
redescends  via  Sacramento  to  the  Pacific,  its  grade, 
even  in  crossing  the  Eocky  Mountains,  not  exceed- 
ing one  hundred  and  twelve  feet  to  the  mile. 

Such  was  the  long  artery  which  the  trains  would 
pass  over  in  seven  days,  and  which  would  permit 
the  Honorable  Phileas  Fogg — at  least  he  hoped  so 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      217 

— to  take  the  Liverpool  steamer,  on  the  llth,  at  New 
York. 

The  car  occupied  by  Phileas  Fogg  was  a  sort  of 
long  omnibus,  resting  on  two  trucks,  each  with  four 
wheels,  whose  ease  of  motion  permits  of  going  round 
short  curves.  There  were  no  compartments  inside ; 
two  rows  of  seats  placed  on  each  side,  perpendicu- 
larly to  the  axle,  and  between  which  was  reserved 
an  aisle,  leading  to  the  dressing-rooms  and  others, 
with  which  each  car  is  provided.  Through  the 
whole  length  of  the  train  the  cars  communicated  by 
platforms,  and  the  passengers  could  move  about 
from  one  end  to  the  other  of  the  train,  which  placed 
at  their  disposal  palace,  balcony,  restaurant,  and 
smoking-cars.  All  that  is  wanting  is  a  theater  car. 
But  there  will  be  one,  some  day. 

On  the  platforms  book  and  newsdealers  were 
constantly  circulating,  dealing  out  their  merchandise ; 
and  venders  of  liquors,  eatables,  and  cigars  were  not 
wanting  in  customers. 

LjThe  travelers  left  Oakland  station  at  six  o'clock. 
It  was  already  night,  cold  anjl  dreary]  with  an  over- 
cast sky,  threatening  snow,  sihe  train  did  not  move 
with  great  rapidity.  ~  Counting  the  stops  it  did  not 
run  more  than  twenty  miles  an  hour,  a  speed  which 
ought,  however,  to  enable  it  to  cross  the  United 
States  in  the  fixed  time. 

/JThey  talked  but  little  in  the  car.  Sleep  soon 
overcame  the  passengers.  Passepartout  sat  near  the 
detective,  but  he  did  not  speak  to  him.  Since  the 
late  events  their  relations  had  become  somewhat 

10  Vol.  2 


218      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

cold.  l$o  more  sympathy  or  intimacy.  Fix  had 
not  changed  his  manner,  but  Passepartout  retained 
an  extreme  reserve^  ready  at  the  least  suspicion  to 
choke  his  old  friend.  1 

An  hour  after  the  starting  of  the  train  a  fine  snow 
commenced  to  fall,  which  fortunately  could  not  de- 
lay the  progress  of  the  train.  Through  the  windows 
nothing  was  seen  but  an  immense  white  sheet, 
against  which  the  clouds  of  steam  from  the  locomo- 
tive looked  grayish. 

f  At  eight  o'clock  a  steward  entered  the  car  and 
announced  to  the  passengers  that  the  hour  for  re- 
tiring had  come.  This  was  a  sleeping-car,  which  in 
a  few  minutes  was  transformed  into  a  dormitory. 
The  backs  of  the  seats  unfolded,  beds  carefully 
packed  away  were  unrolled  by  an  ingenious  system, 
berths  were  improvised  in  a  few  moments,  and  each 
passenger  had  soon  at  his  disposal  a  comfortable 
bed,  which  thick  curtains  protected  from  all  indis- 
creet looks.  The  sheets  were  clean  and  the  pillows 
soft.  Nothing  more  to  be  done  but  to  lie  down  and 
sleep — which  every  one  did,  as  if  he  had  been  in 
the  comfortable  cabin  of  a  steamer — while  the  train 
moved  on  under  full  head  of  steam  across  the  State 
of  California.  J 

In  that  portion  of  the  country  between  San  Fran- 
cisco and  Sacramento  the  ground  is  not  very 
hilly.  This  portion  of  the  railroad,  under  the  name 
of  the  Central  Pacific,  originally  had  Sacramento 
for  its  starting  point,  and  went  toward  the  east  to 
meet  that  starting  from  Omaha.  From  San  Fran- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      219 

cisco  to  the  capital  of  California,  the  line  ran 
directly  to  the  northeast,  along  American  river, 
which  empties  into  San  Pablo  Bay.  The  one  hun- 
dred and  twenty  miles  included  between  these  two 
important  cities  were  accomplished  in  six  hours, 
and  toward  midnight,  while  they  were  getting  their 
first  sleep,  -the  travelers  passed  through  Sacramento. 
They  saw  nothing  of  that  large  city,  the  seat  of  the 
State  government  of  California,  nor  its  fine  wharves, 
its  broad  streets,  its  splendid  hotels,  its  squares,  nor 
its  churches. 

Leaving  Sacramento,  the  train,  having  passed 
Junction,  Roclin,  Auburn,  and  Colfax  stations, 
plunged  into  the  Sierra  Nevada.  It  was  seven 
o'clock  in  the  morning  when  Cisco  station  was 
passed.  An  hour  afterward  the  dormitory  had  be- 
come an  ordinary  car,  and  the  passengers  could  get 
through  the  windows  a  glimpse  of  the  picturesque 
views  of  this  mountainous  country.  The  route  of 
the  train  followed  the  windings  of  the  Sierra,  here 
clinging  to  the  sides  of  the  mountains,  there 
suspended  above  precipices,  avoiding  sharp  angles 
by  bold  curves,  plunging  into  narrow  gorges  from 
which  there  seemed  to  be  no  exit.  The  locomotive, 
flashing  fire  like  a  chased  animal,  its  large  smoke- 
pipe  throwing  out  lurid  lights,  its  sharp  bell,  its 
cowcatcher,  extending  out  like  a  spur,  mingled  its 
shrieks  and  bellowings  with  the  noise  of  the  tor- 
rents and  cascades,  and  twined  its  smoke  in  the 
dark  branches  of  the  firs. 

There  were  few  or  no  tunnels  or  bridges  on  the 


820      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

route.  The  railroad  turned  the  flank  of  the  moun- 
tains, not  seeking  in  a  straight  line  the  shortest 
route  from  one  point  to  another,  and  not  doing 
violence  to  nature. 

^i  About  nine  o'clock  the  train  entered  the  State  of 
Nevada/through  the  Carson  valleyfalways  follow- 
ing a  Northeasterly  direction.  AV  noon  it  left 
Reno,  where  the  passengers  had  Jtoenty  minutes 
for  breakfast.  / 

From  this  point,  the  iron  road,  skirting  Humboldt 
river,  passed  a  few  miles  to  the  north.  Then  it 
bent  to  the  east,  and  did  not  leave  the  stream  until 
it  reached  the  Humboldt  range,  where  the  river 
takes  its  source,  nearly  in  the  eastern  end  of  the 
State  of  Nevada. 

After  breakfasting,  Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda  and 
their  companions  took  their  seats  again  in  the  car. 
Phileas  Fogg,  the  young  woman,  Fix,  and  Passe- 
partout, comfortably  seated,  looked  at  the  varied 
country  passing  before  their  sight,  vast  prairies, 
mountains  whose  profiles  were  shown  upon  the 
horizon,  and  creeks  tumbling  down,  a  foaming  mass 
of  water.  Sometimes,  a_  large  herd  of  bisons, 
gathering  in  the  distance,  Appeared  like  a  moving 
dam.  These  innumerablB~armies  of  grazing  animals 
frequently  oppose  an  insurmountable  obstacle  to 
the  passage  of  trains.  Thousands  of  these  animals 
have  been  seen  moving  on  for  several  hours  in  close 
ranks  across  the  railroad.  The  locomotive  is  then 
forced  to  stop  and  wait  until  the  path  is  clear  again. 

The    same    thing    happened    on    this    occasion. 


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About  three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  a  herd  of  ten 
"or  twelve  thousand  blocked  the  railroad.  The 
engine,  having  slackened  its  speed,/ tried  to  plunge 
its  spur  into  the  flank  of  the  immense  column,  but 
it  had  to  stop  before  the  impenetrable  mass. 

They  saw-these  buffaloes,  as  the  Americans  im- 
properly call  them,  moving  with  their  steady  gait, 
frequently  bellowing  terribly.  .  They  had  a  larger 
body  than  those  of  the  bulls  of  Europe,  short  legs 
and  tail,  a  projecting  saddle  forming  a  muscular 
bump,  horns  separated  at  the  base,  their  heads,  necks 
and  shoulders  covered  with  long,  shaggy  hair. 
/They  could  not  think  of  stopping  this  moving  mass. 
When  the  bisons  have  adopted  a  course,  nothing 
could  swerve  them  from  it  or  modify  it.  They  are 
a  torrent  of  living  flesh  which  no  dam  could  hold. 

The  travelers,  scattered  on  the  platforms,  looked 
at  this  curious  spectacle.  But  Phileas  Fogg,  who 
ought  to  be  the  most  in  "a  hurry,  had  remained  in 
his  seat,  and  was  waiting  philosophically  until  it 
should  please  the  buffaloes  to  open  a  passage. 
Passepartout  was  furious  at  the  delay  caused  by 
this  mass  of  animals. M  He  wanted  to  fire  all  his 
revolvers  at  them. 

"  What  a  country !"  he  cried.  "  Mere  cattle  stop 
trains,  and  move  along  in  procession  without  hurry- 
ing, as  if  they  did  not  impede  travel !  Parbleu ! 
I  would  like  to  know  if  Mr.  Fogg  had  foreseen  this 
mischance  in  his  programme!  And  what  an 
engineer,  who  does  not  dare  to  rush  his  engine 
through  this  impeding  mass  of  beasts  1" 


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The  engineer  had  not  attempted  to  overcome  the 
obstacle,  and  he  acted  wisely.  He  would  undoubt- 
edly have  crushed  the  first  buffaloes  struck  by  the 
cowcatcher;  but,  powerful  as  it  was,  the  engine 
would  have  soon  been  stopped,  and  the  train  thrown 
off  the  track  and  wrecked. 

.'/The  best  course,  then,  was  to  wait  patiently, 
ready  to  make  up  the  lost  time  by  an  increase  of  the 
speed  of  the  train.  The  passage  of  the  bisons  lasted 
three  full  hours,  and  the  road  was  not  clear  again 
until  nightfall.  At  this  moment  the  last  ranks  of 
the  herd  cross  the  rails,  while  the  first  were  disap- 
pearing below  the  southern  horizon. 

It  was  then  Jeight  o'clock,  when  the  train  passed 
through  the  defiles  of  the  Humboldt  range,  and  half- 
past  nine  when  it  entered  Utah  Territory,  the 
region  of/ the  Great  Salt  Lake/  the  curious  Mormon 
country.  > 


TOUR  OF  THE  WO£LJ)  Hi  EIGHTY  DATS. 


CHAPTEE  XXVII. 


TWENTY   MILES    AN    HOUR,     A    COURSE   OF    MORMON 
HISTORY. 

DURING  the  night  of  the  5th  to  the  6th  of 
December  the  train  went  for  fifty  miles  to  the 
southeast,  then  it  ran  upward  about  as  far  northerly, 
approaching  the  Great  Salt  Lake. 

Passepartout,  about  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning, 
went  on  the  platform  to  take  the  air.  The  weather 
was  cold,  the  sky  gray,  but  it  had  stopped  snowing. 
The  disk  of  the  sun,  enlarged  by  the  mist,  looked 
like  an  enormous  piece  of  gold,  and  Passepartout  was 
busy  calculating  its  value  in  pounds  sterling  when 
his  attention  was  taken  from  this  useful  work  by  the 
appearance  of  a  very  strange  personage. 

This  personage,  who  took  tb<?  train  at  Elko 
station,  was  tall,  very  brown,  had  a  black  mustache, 
black  stockings,  a  black  silk  hat,  black  waistcoat, 
black  pantaloons,  white  cravat,  and  black  dogskin 
gloves.  He  might  have  been  taken  for  a  clergy- 
man. He  went  from  one  end  of  the  train  to  the 
other,  and  on  the  door  of  each  car  fastened  with 
wafers  a  written  notice. 

Passepartout  approached  and  read  on  one  of  these 


224      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

notices  that  Elder  William  Hitch,  taking  advantage 
of  his  presence  on  train  No.  48,  would,  from  eleven 
to  twelve  o'clock,  deliver  an  address  on  Mormonism 
in  car  No.  117 — inviting  to  hear  him  all  desirous  of 
being  instructed  concerning  the  mysteries  of  the 
religion  of  the  "  Latter  Day  Saints." 

"  Certainly,  I  will  go,"  said  Passepartout  to  him- 
self, who  knew  nothing  of  Mormonism  but  its 
custom  of  polygamy,  the  base  of  Mormon  society. 

The  news  spread  rapidly  through  the  train,  which 
carried  about  one  hundred  passengers.  Of  this 
number  thirty  at  most,  attracted  by  the  notice  of 
the  meeting,  occupied  at  eleven  o'clock  the  seats  in 
car  No.  117.  Passepartout  was  prominent  in  the 
front  rank  of  the  faithful.  Neither  his  master  nor 
Fix  thought  it  worth  while  to  take  the  trouble. 

At  the  appointed  hour  Elder  William  Hitch  rose, 
and  in  quite  an  irritated  voice,  as  if  he  had  been 
contradicted  in  advance,  he  cried  : 

"  I  tell  you  that  Joe  Smith  is  a  martyr,  that  his 
brother  Hiram  is  a  martyr,  and  that  the  persecution 
by  the  United  States  government  of  the  prophets 
will  also  make  a  martyr  of  Brigham  Young.  Who 
dares  to  maintain  the  contrary  ?" 

No  one  ventured  to  contradict  the  missionary, 
whose  excitement  contrasted  with  his  naturally  calm 
physiognomy.  But,  without  doubt,  his  anger  was 
explained  by  the  fact  that  Mormonism  was  now 
subjected  to  severe  trials.  The  United  States 
government  had,  not  without  difficulty,  just  reduced 
these  independent  fanatics.  It  had  made  itself 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      225 

master  of  Utah,  and  had  subjected  it  to  the  laws  of 
the  Union,  after  imprisoning  Brigham  Young, 
accused  of  rebellion  and  polygamy.  Since  that 
period  the  disciples  of  the  prophet  redoubled  their 
efforts,  and  while  not  coming  to  acts,  resisted  in 
words  the  demands  of  Congress. 

We  see  that  Elder  William  Hitch  was  trying  to 
proselyte  even  on  the  trains. 

And  then  he  related,  emphasizing  his  narrative  by 
his  loud  voice  and  the  violence  of  his  gestures,  the 
history  of  Mormonism  from  Bible  times :  "  How  in 
Israel,  a  Mormon  prophet  of  the  tribe  of  Joseph 
published  the  annals  of  the  new  religion  and 
bequeathed  them  to  his  son  Morom ;  how,  many 
centuries  later,  a  translation  of  this  precious  book, 
written  in  Egyptian  characters,  was  made  by 
Joseph  Smith,  Jr.,  a  farmer  in  the  State  of  Yermont, 
who  revealed  himself  as  a  mystical  prophet  in  1825; 
how,  finally,  a  celestial  messenger  appeared  to  him 
in  an  illuminated  forest  and  gave  him  the  annals  of 
the  Lord." 

At  this  moment  some  of  his  hearers,  not  much  in- 
terested in  the  retrospective  narrative  of  the 
missionary,  left  the  car;  but  William  Hitch,  con- 
tinuing, related  "how  Smith,  Jr.,  with  his  father, 
his  two  brothers,  and  a  few  disciples,  founded  the 
religion  of  the  Latter  Day  Saints — a  religion  which, 
adopted  not  only  in  America,  but  in  England,  in 
Scandinavia,  and  in  Germany,  counts  among  its 
faithful,  artisans  and  also  a  number  of  people 
engaged  in  the  liberal  professions;  how  a  colony 


826      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 

was  founded  in  Ohio ;  how  a  temple  was  built  at  a 
cost  of  two  hundred  thousand  dollars,  and  a  city 
built  at  Kirkland ;  how  Smith  became  an  enter- 
prising banker  and  recived  from  a  simple  mummy 
showman  a  papyrus  scroll  containing  a  narrative 
written  by  Abraham  and  other  celebrated  Egyp- 
tians." 

This  narrative  becoming  a  little  long,  the  ranks  of 
his  hearers  thinned  out  still  more,  and  the  audience 
only  consisted  of  twenty  persons. 

But  the  elder,  undisturbed  by  this  desertion,  re- 
lated the  details  of  "  how  Joe  Smith  became  bank- 
rupt in  1837  ;  how  his  ruined  stockholders  gave  him 
a  coat  of  tar  and  feathers ;  how  he  appeared  again, 
more  honorable  and  more  honored  than  ever,  a  few 
years  after,  at  Independence,  in  Missouri,  at  the 
head  of  a  flourishing  community,  which  counted  not 
less  than  three  thousand  disciples ;  and  that  then, 
pursued  by  the  hatred  of  the  Gentiles,  he  had  to  fly 
to  the  far  West." 

Ten  hearers  were  still  there,  and  among  them  the 
honest  Passepartout,  who  listened  with  all  his  ears. 
Thus  he  learned  "  how,  after  long  persecutions,  Smith 
reappeared  in  Illinois,  and  in  1839  founded,  on  the 
banks  of  the  Mississippi,  Nauvoo  the  beautiful,  whose 
population  rose  to  twenty-five  thousand  souls ;  how 
Smith  became  the  mayor,  chief  justice,  and  general- 
in-chief ;  how  in  1843  he  announced  himself  as  can- 
didate for  the  Presidency  of  the  United  States  ;  and 
how  finally  he  was  drawn  into  an  ambuscade  at 
Carthage,  thrown  into  prison,  and  assassinated  by  a 
band  of  masked  men." 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

At  this  moment  Passepartout  was  the  only  hearer 
in  the  car,  and  the  elder,  looking  him  in  the  face, 
fascinated  him  by  his  words,  recalled  to  his  mind 
that,  two  years  after  the  assassination  of  Smith,  his 
successor,  the  inspired  prophet  Brigham  Young, 
leaving  Nauvoo,  established  himself  on  the  banks  of 
Salt  Lake,  and  that  there,  in  that  splendid  territory, 
in  the  midst  of  that  fertile  country,  on  the  road 
which  the  emigrants  take  in  crossing  Utah  to  reach 
California,  the  new  colony,  thanks  to  the  Mormon 
principles  of  polygamy,  had  increased  enormously. 

"And  this,"  added  William  Hitch,  "  is  why  the 
jealousy  of  Congress  has  been  aroused  against  us ! 
why  the  United  States  soldiers  have  invaded  the 
soil  of  Utah !  why  our  chief,  the  prophet  Brigham 
Young,  has  been  imprisoned  in  defiance  of  all  jus- 
tice. Shall  we  give  up  to  force  ?  Never !  Driven 
from  Vermont,  driven  from  Illinois,  driven  froiyi 
Ohio,  driven  from  Missouri,  driven  from  Utah,  we 
shall  find  some  independent  territory  yet  where  we 
shall  pitch  our  tents.  And  you,  my  brother,"  added 
the  elder,  fixing  his  angry  look  on  his  single  hearer, 
"  will  you  plant  yours  in  the  shadow  of  our  flag  ?" 

"  No,"  replied  Passepartout  bravely,  flying  in  his 
turn,  leaving  the  fanatic  to  preach  in  the  desert. 

But,  during  this  discourse,  the  train  had  advanced 
rapidly,  and  about  half-past  twelve  it  touched  the 
northwest  corner  of  the  Great  Salt  Lake.  Thence 
could  be  embraced  in  a  vast  circumference  the  aspect 
of  this  inland  lake,  which  also  bears  the  name  of  the 
Dead  Sea,  and  into  which  empties  an  American 


228      TOUR  OF  THE  WOELD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

Jordan.  A  beautiful  lake,  hemmed  in  by  craggy 
rocks  of  road  surface,  incrusted  with  white  salt,  a 
superb  sheet  of  water  which  formerly  covered  a 
larger  space ;  but  in  time,  its  shores,  rising  by  de- 
grees, reduced  its  superficial  area  and  increased  its 
depth. 

The  Salt  Lake,  about  seventy  miles  long  and 
thirty-five  wide,  is  situated  three  thousand  eight 
hundred  feet  above  the  level  of  the  sea.  Yery  dif- 
ferent from  Lake  Asphaltite,  whose  depression  is 
twelve  hundred  feet  below  the  sea,  it  holds  consid- 
erable salt  in  solution,  and  one-fourth  the  weight  of 
the  water  is  solid  matter.  Its  specific  gravity  is 
1170,  that  of  distilled  water  being  1000.  Fishes 
cannot  live  in  it.  Those  that  the  Jordan,  Weber, 
and  other  creeks  carry  into  it  soon  perish ;  but  it  is 
not  true  that  the  density  of  its  waters  is  such  that  a 
man  cannot  dive  in^to  it. 

Around  the  lake  the  country  was  admirably  tilled, 
for  the  Mormons  understand  agricultural  pursuits^ 
ranches  and  corrals  for  domestic  animals ;  fields  of 
wheat,  corn,  sorghum,  luxuriant  prairies,  and  every- 
where hedges  of  wild  roses,  clumps  of  acacias  and 
euphorbias,  such  would  have  been  the  appearance  of 
this  country  six  months  later ;  but  at  this  moment 
the  ground  was  covered  with  a  thin  sheet  of  snow, 
descending  lightly  upon  it. 

/  At  two  o'clock  the  travelers  got  out  at  Ogden. 
The  train  stopping  for  six  hours,  Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs. 
Aouda,  and  their  two  companions  had  time  to  repair 
to  the  City  of  the  Saints  by  the  short  branch  from 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      229 

Ogden.  Two  hours  were  sufficient  to  visit  this  abso- 
lutely American  town,  and  as  such,  built  after  the 
pattern  of  all  the  cities  of  the  Union,  vast  checker- 
boards, with  long  cold  lines,  "  with  the  somber  sad- 
ness of  right  angles,"  according  to  Victor  Hugo's 
expression.  The  founder  of  the  City  of  Saints  could 
not  escape  from  the  need  for  symmetry  which  dis- 
tinguishes the  Anglo-Saxons.  In  this  singular  coun- 
try, where  the  men  are  certainly  not  up  to  the  level 
of  their  institutions,  everything  is  done  "squarely," 
cities,  houses,  and  follies. 

At  three  o'clock  the  travelers  were  promenading 
through  the  streets  of  the  town,  built  between  the 
banks  of  the  Jordan  and  the  first  rise  of  the  Wah- 
satch  mountains.  They  noticed  there  few  or  no 
churches,  but  as  monuments,  the  prophet's  house, 
the  court-house,  and  the  arsenal ;  then  houses  of 
bluish  bricks  with  verandas  and  porches,  surrounded 
by  gardens  bordered  with  acacias,  palms  and  locusts. 
A  wall  of  clay  and  pebbles,  built  in  1853,  surrounded 
the  town.  In  the  principal  streets,  where  the 
market  is,  were  some  hotels  adorned  with  pavilions, 
and  among  others  Salt  Lake  House. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  companions  did  not  find  the 
town  thickly  peopled.  The  streets  were  almost 
deserted,  save  perhaps  the  part  where  the  Temple 
was,  which  they  reached  only  after  having  traversed 
several  quarters  surrounded  by  palisades.  The 
women  were  pretty  numerous,  which  was  explained 
by  the  singular  composition  of  Mormon  households. 
It  must  not  be  supposed,  however,  that  all  Mormons 


230      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

are  polygamists.  They  are  free,  but  it  is  well  to 
remark  that  all  the  females  in  Utah  are  anxious  to 
be  married ;  for,  according  to  the  religion  of  the 
country,  the  Mormon  heaven  does  not  admit  to  the 
possession  of  its  beatitudes  the  unmarried  of  the 
feminine  sex.  These  poor  creatures  neither  seemed 
well  off  nor  happy.  Some,  the  richer  ones,  doubt- 
less, wore  a  short,  low-cut,  black  silk  dress,  under  a 
hood  or  a  very  modest  shawl.  The  others  were 
dressed  in  Indian  fashion. 

Passepartout,  in  his  position  as  one  convinced, 
did  not  regard  without  a  certain  fright  these  Mormon 
women,  charged,  in  groups,  with  making  a  single 
Mormon  happy.  With  his  good  sense,  it  was  the 
husband  whom  he  specially  pitied.  It  seemed  to 
him  terrible  to  have  to  guide  so  many  wives  at  once 
through  the  vicissitudes  of  life,  conduct  them,  as  it 
were,  in  a  body  to  the  Mormon  paradise,  with  the 
prospect  of  finding  them  to  all  eternity  in  the  com- 
pany of  the  glorious  Smith,  who  was  to  be  the 
ornament  of  this  place  of  delights.  Certainly,  he 
did  not  feel  called,  and  he  thought — perhaps  he  was 
mistaken — that  the  women  of  Salt  Lake  City  cast 
rather  embarrassing  looks  at  his  person. 

Very  fortunately,  his  stay  in  the  City  of  the 
Saints  was  not  prolonged.  /  At  a  few  minutes  past 
four  the  travelers  were  aguin  at  the  station,  and 
took  iheir  seats  in  the  cars. 

The  whistle  sounded ;  but  at  the  moment  that  the 
driving-wheels  of  the  locomotive,  slipping  upon  the 
rails,  commenced  to  impart  some  movement  to  the 
train,  the  cry,  "  Stop !  stop  1"  was  heard. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      231 

They  do  not  stop  trains  just  started.  The  gentle- 
man who  uttered  the  cry  was  evidently  a  Mormon 
behind  time.  He  was  breathless  from  running. 
Fortunately  for  him  the  station  had  neither  gates 
nor  barriers.  He  rushed,  then,  on  the  track,  jumped 
upon  the  steps  of  the  last  car,  and  fell,  out  of 
breath,  on  one  of  the  seats. 

Passepartout,  who  had  followed  with  emotion  the 
incidents  of  this  gymnastic  feat,  went  to  look  at  the 
tardy  one,  in  whom  he  took  a  lively  interest,  when 
he  learned  that  this  citizen  of  Utah  had  thus  taken 
flight  in  consequence  of  a  household  scene. 

"When  the  Mormon  had  recovered  his  breath 
Passepartout  ventured  to  ask  him  politely  how 
many  wives  he  had  to  himself — and  from  the  man- 
ner in  which  he  had  just  run  away  he  would  suppose 
that  he  had  at  least  twenty  of  them. 

"  One,  sir !"  replied  the  Mormon,  raising  his 
arms  heavenward—"  One,  and  that  was  enough !" 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y& 


CHAPTEE  XXYIH. 

IN  WHICH   PASSEPARTOUT  COULD   NOT   SUCCEED   IN 
ING   ANY    ONE   LISTEN   TO   REASON. 

THE  train,  leaving  Great  Salt  Lake  and  the  station 
at  Ogden,  rode  for  an  hour  toward  the  north,  as  far 
as  Weber  river,  having  accomplished  about  nine 
hundred  miles  from  San  Francisco.  Leaving  this 
point,  it  resumed  the  easterly  direction  across  the 
rocky  hills  of  the  Wahsatch  mountains.  It  is  in 
this  part  of  the  territory,  comprised  between  these 
mountains  and  the  Kocky  mountains  properly  so 
called,  that  the  American  engineers  were  caught 
with  the  greatest  difficulties.  On  this  portion  of 
the  route  the  subsidy  of  the  United  States  govern- 
ment was  raised  to  forty-eight  thousand  dollars  per 
mile,  while  on  the  plains  it  was  only  sixteen  thou- 
sand dollars ;  but  the  engineers,  as  has  already  been 
said,  have  not  done  violence  to  nature — they  have 
played  with  her,  going  round  the  difficulties.  To 
reach  the  great  basin,  only  one  tunnel,  fourteen 
thousand  feet  long,  was  bored  in  the  entire  route  of 
the  railroad. 

At  Salt  Lake  the  road  had  up  to  this  time  reached 
its  greatest  altitude.  From  this  point  its  profile 
described  a  very  long  curve,  descending  toward 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      233 

Bitter  Creek  valley,  then  reascending  to  theidivid- 
ing  ridge  of  the  waters  between  the  Atlantic  and 
Pacific.  J  The  creeks  were  numerous  in  this  moun- 
tainous region.  It  was  necessary  to  cross  the  Muddy, 
the  Green,  and  others,  on  culverts.  7  Passepartout 
became  more  impatient  in  proportion  as  he  ap- 
proached the  end  of  his  journey.  Fix  in  his  turn 
would  have  been  very  glad  to  get  out  of  this  rough 
country.  He  feared  delays,  he  dreaded  accidents, 
and  was  more  in  a  hurry  than  Phileas  Fogg  himself 
to^set  foot  upon  English  soilj~l 
£\At  ten  o'clock  at  night  the  traffistopped  at  Fort 
Bridger  station,  which  it  left  almost  immediately, 
and  twenty  miles  further  on  it  \  entered  Wyoming 
TerritorjM-f olio wing  the  entire  valley  of  the  Bitter 
Creek,  whence  flow  a  portion  of  the  streams  forming 
the  water  system  of  Colorado. 
.LThe  next  day,  the  7th  of  December,  there  was  a 
stop  of  a  quarter  of  an  hour  at  Green  Eiver  station. 
The  snow  had  fallen  quite  heavily  through  the 
night,  but  mingled  with  rain  and  half  melted  it 
could  not  interfere  with  the  progress  of  the  train. 
But  this  bad  weather  kept  Passepartout  in  constant 
uneasinessjjfor  the  accumulation  of  the  snow  clog- 
ging the  car  wheels  would  certainly  endanger  the 
journey. 

^  What  an  idea,"  he  said  to  himself,  "  for  my 

master  to  travel  during  the  winter!    Could  he  not 

wait  for-the  fine  season  of  the  year  to  increase  his 

chancesjP^ 

But  at  this  moment,  while  the  good  fellow  was 


234      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

busy  only  with  the  condition  of  the  sky  and  the 
lowering  of  the  temperature,  Mrs.  Aouda  was  ex- 
periencing more  serious  fears,  which  proceeded  from 
quite  another  cause. 

Some  Oi  the  passengers  had  got  out  of  the  cars, 
and  were  walking  on  the  platform  of  the  Green 
Kiver  station,  waiting  for  the  train  to  leave.  The 
young  woman,  looking  through  the  window-pane, 
recognized  among  them  Colonel  Stamp  Proctor,  the 
American  who  had  behaved  so  rudely  to  Phileas 
Fogg  at  the  time  of  the  political  meeting  in  San 
Francisco.  Mrs.  Aouda,  not  wishing  to  be  seen, 
drew  back  from  the  window. 

This  circumstance  made  a  lively  impression  upon 
the  young  woman.  She  was  attached  to  the  man 
who,  however  coldly,  gave  her  every  day  tokens  of 
the  most  absolute  devotion.  She  doubtless  did  not 
comprehend  the  entire  depth  of  the  sentiment  which 
her  deliverer  inspired  in  her,  and  to  this  sentiment 
she  gave  as  yet  only  the  name  of  gratitude ;  but,  un- 
known to  herself,  it  was  more  than  that.  Her  heart 
was  therefore  wrung  at  the  sight  of  the  rough  fellow 
of  whom  Mr.  Fogg  would,  sooner  or  later,  demand 
satisfaction.  Evidently  it  was  chance  alone  that 
had  brought  Colonel  Proctor  into  this  train ;  but  he 
was  there  and  Phileas  Fogg  must  be  prevented  at 
any  cost  from  seeing  his  adversary. 

When  the  train  had  started  again  Mrs.  Aouda 
took  advantage  for  a  moment,  when  Mr.  Fogg  was 
sleeping,  to  post  Fix  and  Passepartout  as  to  the 
situation. 


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"  That  Proctor  is  on  the  train !"  cried  Fix.  "  Well, 
compose  yourself,  madam  ;  before  dealing  with  the 
gentleman — with  Mr.  Fogg — he  will  have  to  deal 
with  me !  It  seems  to  me  that  in  all  this  business  I 
have  received  the  greatest  insults  !" 

"And  moreover,"  added  Passepartout,  "I  will 
take  care  of  him,  colonel  as  he  is." 

"  Mr.  Fix,"  continued  Mrs.  Aouda,  "  Mr.  Fogg  will 
allow  no  one  to  avenge  him.  He  has  said  that  he 
will  return  to  America  to  find  this  ruffian.  If,  then, 
he  sees  Colonel  Proctor,  we  cannot  prevent  an  en- 
counter, which  may  lead  to  deplorable  results.  He 
must  therefore  not  see  him." 

"  You  are  right,  madam,"  replied  Fix ;  "  an  en- 
counter might  ruin  everything.  Conqueror  or  con- 
quered, Mr.  Fogg  would  be  delayed,  and " 

"  And,"  added  Passepartout,  "  that  would  win  the 
bet  of  the  gentlemen  of  the  Eeform  Club.  In  four 
days  we  shall  be  in  New  York !  Well,  then,  if  my 
master  does  not  leave  his  car  for  four  days,  we  may 
hope  that  chance  will  not  put  him  face  to  face  with 
this  cursed  American,  confound  him !  Now,  we  can 
easily  prevent  him " 


The  conversation  was  interrupted.  V  Mr.  Fogg  was 
waked  up,  and  was  looking  at  the  country  through 
the  window-pane  obscured  by  the  snovQ  But  later, 
and  without  being  heard  by  his  master  or  Mrs. 
Aouda,  Passepartout  said  to  the  detective : 

"  Would  you  truly  fight  for  him  ?" 

"  I  would  do  anything  to  take  him  back  to  Europe 
alive !"  simply  replied  Fix,  in  a  tone  which  indicated 
an  unbroken  wilL 


236      TOUR  OF  THIS  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

Passepartout  felt  a  shudder  over  him,  but  his  con* 
victions  as  to  the  honesty  of  his  master  were  not 
weakened. 

And  now,  were  there  any  means  by  which  Mr. 
Fogg  could  be  detained  in  this  car,  so  as  to  prevent 
any  encounter  between  him  and  the  colonel  ?  That 
could  not  be  difficult,  as  the  gentleman  was  naturally 
not  excitable  or  inquisitive.  At  all  events  the  de- 
tective thought  he  had  found  this  means,  for  a  few 
moments  later  he  said  to  Phileas  Fogg : 

rThese  are  long  and  slow  hours  that  we  pass  thus 
on~the  railway." 

"  Indeed  they  are,"  replied  the  gentleman,  "  but 
they  passTH^ 

\ "  On  board  the  steamers,"    continued    the    de- 
tective, "  you  used  to  take  a  turn  at  whist  ?" 

"  Yes,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  but  here  it  would 
be  difficult.  I  have  neither  cards  nor  partners." 

"Oh!  as  for  cards  we  will  find  it  easy  to  buy 
them.  They  are  sold  on  all  trains  in  America.  As 
for  partners,  if,  perchance,  madam— 

"Certainly,  sir,"  replied  the  young  woman 
quickly,  "  I  understand  whist.  That  is  part  of  the 
English  education.*' 

"  And  I,"  continued  Fix,  "  have  some  pretensions 
to  playing  a  good  game.  Now,  with  us  three  and  a 
dummy " 

"As  you  please,  sir,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  de- 
lighted at  resuming  his  favorite  game,  even  on  the 
railroad. 

Passepartout  was  dispatched  in  search  of  the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  TS. 


steward,  and  he  soon  returned  with  two  complete 
decks  of  cards,  counters,  and  a  shelf  covered  witb 
cloth.  Nothing  was  wanting.  The  game  com- 
menced. Mrs.  Aouda  understood  whist  well  enough, 
and  she  even  was  complimented  sometimes  by  the 
severe  Phileas  Fogg.  As  for  the  detective,  he  was 
simply  an  adept,  and  worthy  of  holding  his  head  up 
with  this  gentleman?! 

"  Now,"  said  Passepartout  to  himself,  "  we  will 
keep  him.  He  will  not  budge  any  more  !" 
/"At  eleven  o'clock  in  the  morning  the  train  had 
reached  the  dividing  ridge  of  the  waters  of  the  two 
oceans.1  It  was  at  Bridger  pass,  at  a  height  of 
seven  thousand  five  hundred  and  twenty  -four 
English  feet  above  the  level  of  the  seaj  one  of  the 
highest  points  touched  by  the  profile  of  the  route  in 
this  passage  across  the  Kocky  mountains.  After 
going  about  two  hundred  miles  the  travelers  finally 
found  themselves  on  the  vast  plains  extending  as 
far  as  the  Atlantic,  and  which  nature  made  so 
propitious  for  laying  a  railroad. 

On  the  slopes  of  the  Atlantic  basin  already  ap- 
peared the  first  streams,  tributaries  of  the  North 
Platte  river.  The  entire  northern  and  eastern 
horizon  was  covered  by  the  immense  semicircular 
curtain  which  forms  the  southern  portion  of  the 
Kocky  mountains,  the  highest  being  Laramie's 
peak.  Between  this  curve  and  the  line  of  the 
road  extended  vast  and  plentifully  watered  plains. 
On  the  right  of  the  road  rose  the  first  spurs  of  the 
mountainous  mass-  rounding  off  to  the  south  as  far 


238      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA78. 

as  the  sources  of  the  Arkansas  river,  one  of  the 
large  tributaries  of  the  Mississippi. 

At  half-past  twelve  the  travelers  caught  sight  for 
an  instant  of  Fort  Halleck,  which  commands  this 
country.  A  few  hours  more,  and  the  crossing  of 
the  Rocky  mountains  would  be  accomplished.  It 
was  to  be  hoped,  then,  that  no  accident  would  mark 
the  passage  of  the  train  through  this  difficult  region. 
The  snow  had  stopped  falling.  The  weather  be- 
came cold  and  dry.  Large  birds,  frightened  by  the 
locomotive,  were  flying  in  the  distance.  Not  a 
deer,  a  bear,  or  a  wolf  showed  itself  on  the 
plain.  It  was  the  desert  in  all  its  barrenness. 
^After  a  very  comfortable  breakfast,  served  up  in 
the  car,  Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partners  had  just  resumed 
their  interminable  whist,  when  sharp  whistles  were 
heard.  The  train  stopped. 

Passepartout  put  his  head  out  of  the  door,  and 
saw  nothing  which^  could  explain  this  stop.    No 
station  was  in  sight., 
Mrs.  Aouda  and  Fix  feared  for  an  instant  that 

r.Mr.  Fogg  would  think  of  going  out  on  the  track. 

IJBut  that  gentleman  contented  himself  with  saying 
to  his  servant : 

O*  See  then  what  it  is." 

^Passepartout  rushed  out  of  thejcar.  About  forty 
passengers  had  left  their  seats/ and  among  them 
Colonel  Stamp  Proctor. 

The  train  had  stopped  in  front  of  a  red  signal 
which  blocked  the  way.  The  engineer  and  con- 
ductor, having  got  out,  discussed  quite  excitedly 


TO  UK  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      239 

with  a  signal-man  whom  the  station  master  at 
Medicine  Bow,  the  next  station,  had  sent  in  advance 
of  the  train.  Some  of  the  passengers  approached 
and  took  part  in  the  discussion^among  others  the 
aforesaid  Colonel  Proctor,  with  his  loud  voice  and 
imperious  gestures. 

Passepartout,  having  rejoined  the  group,  heard 
the  signal-man  say : 

"  No !  there  is  no  means  of  passing.  The  bridge 
at  Medicine  Bow  is  shaky  and  will  not  bear  the 
weight  of  the  train." 

The  bridge  in  question  was  a  suspension  bridge 
over  a  rapids,  about  a  mile  from  the  place  where 
the  train  had  stopped.  .  According  to  the  signal- 
man, it  threatened  to  fall,  several  of  the  wires 
having  snapped,  and  it  was  impossible  to  risk  its 
passage. ;  He  did  not  exaggerate  in  any  way,  then, 
in  assorting  that  they  could  not  pass  over  the 
bridge.  And  besides,  with  the  careless  habits  of 
the  Americans,  we  may  say  that  when  they  are 
>rudent  we  would  be  very  foolish  not  to  be  so. 
'assepartout,  not  daring  to  go  to  inform  his 
ster,  listened  with  set  teeth,  immovable  as  a 
statue. 

"  Ah,  indeed !"  cried  Colonel  Proctor,  "  we  are 
not  going,  I  imagine,  to  remain  here,  and  take  root 
in  the  snow !" 

"Colonel,"  replied  the  conductor,  "we  have 
telegraphed  to  Omaha  for  a  train,  but  it  is  not 
probable  that  it  will  arrive  at  Medicinp  Bow  before 
six  hours." 


240      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

"  Six  hours  !"  cried  Passepartout. 

"  Without  doubt,"  replied  the  conductor.  "  Be- 
sides, that  time  will  be  necessary  for  us  to  reach  the 
station  on  foot." 

"  But  it  is  only  a  mile  from  here,"  said  one  of  the 
passengers. 

"  A  mile,  in  fact,  but  on  the  other  side  of  the 
river. 

"  And  cannot  the  river  be  crossed  in  a  boat  ?" 
asked  the  colonel. 

"Impossible.  The  creek  is  swollen  with  the 
rains.  It  is  a  torrent,  and  we  will  be  compelled  to 
make^a  detour  of  ten  miles  to  the  north  to  find  a 


Tne  colonel  launched  a  volley  of  oaths,  blaming 
the  company,  the  conductor,  and  Passepartout, 
furious,  was  not  far  from  joining  with  him.  There 
was  a  material  obstacle  against  which,  this  time,  all 
his  master's  banknotes  would  be  of  no  availQ 

The  disappointment  was  general  among  the  pas- 
sengers, who,  without  counting  the  delay,  saw  them- 
selves obliged  to  foot  it  fifteen  miles  across  the 
plain  covered  with  snow.  There  was  a  hubbub,  ex- 
clamations, loud  and  deep,  which  would  certainly 
have  attracted  Phileas  Fogg's  attention  if  that  gen- 
tleman had  not  been  absorbed  in  his  game. 

But  Passepartout  found  himself  compelled  to  in- 
form him,  and  with  drooping  head  he  turned  to- 
ward the  car,  when  the  engineer  of  the  train,  a 
genuine  Yankee,  named  Forster,  raising  his  voice, 
said: 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      241 

"  Gentlemen,  there  might  be  a  way  of  passing." 

"  On  the  bridge  ?"  asked  a  passenger. 

"  On  the  bridge." 

"  With  our  train  ?"  asked  the  colonel. 

"  With  our  train." 

Passepartout  stopped  and  devoured  the  engineer's 
words. 

"  But  the  bridge  threatens  to  fall !"  continued  the 
conductor. 

"  It  don't  matter,"  replied  Forster.  "  I  believe 
that  by  rushing  the  train  over  at  its  maximum  of 
speed  we  have  some  chance  of  passing." 

"  The  devil !"  exclaimed  Passepartout. 

But  a  certain  number  of  the  passengers  were  im- 
mediately carried  away  by  the  proposition.  It 
pleased  Colonel  Proctor  particularly.  That  hot- 
head found  the  thing  very  feasible.  He  recalled, 
even,  that  engineers  had  had  the  idea  of  passing 
rivers  without  bridges,  with  trains  closely  coupled, 
rushing  at  the  height  of  their  speed,  etc.  And 
finally  all  those  interested  took  sides  with  the  en- 
gineer's views. 

"  We  have  fifty  chances  for  passing,"  said  one. 

"  Sixty,"  said  another. 

"  Eighty !  Ninety  out  of  one  hundred." 

Passepartout  was  perplexed,  although  he  was 
willing  to  try  anything  to  accomplish  the  passage  of 
Medicine  creek,  but  the  attempt  seemed  to  him  a 
little  too  "  American." 

"  Besides,"  he  thought,  "  there  is  a  much  simpler 
thing  to  do,  and  these  people  don't  even  think  of  it. 


Vol.   2 


342      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

Monsieur,"  lie  said  to  one  of  the  passengers,  "  the 
way  proposed  by  the  engineer  seems  a  little  haz- 
ardous to  me,  but " 

"  Eighty  chances  !"  replied  the  passenger,  turning 
his  back  to  him. 

"  I  know  very  well,"  replied  Passepartout,  ad- 
dressing another  gentleman,  "  but  a  simple  reflec- 
tion  " 

"  ]S  o  reflection,  it  is  useless !"  replied  the  Ameri- 
can addressed,  shrugging  his  shoulders,  "  since  the 
engineer  assures  us  that  we  will  pass !" 
;  "  Without  doubt,"  continued  Passepartout,  "  we 
wilT  pass,  but  it  would  perhaps  be  more  pru- 
dent  " 

"  What  prudent !"  cried  Colonel  Proctor,  jumping 
at  this  word,  heard  by  chance.  "  At  full  speed, 
you  have  been  told !  Don't  you  understand  ?  At  full 
speed  !" 

"  I  know — I  understand,"  repeated  Passepartout, 
whom  no  one  would  allow  to  finish  his  phrase,  "  but 
it  would  be,  if  not  more  prudent,  since  the  word 
offends  you,  at  least  more  natural " 

"Who?    What?    How?    What    is    the  matter 
with  this  fellow  ?"  was  heard  from  all  directions. 
^JThe  poor  fellow  did  not  know  whom  to  address. 
L"  Are  you  afraid  ?"  Colonel  Proctor  asked  him. 

"I,  afraid?"  cried  Passepartout.  "Well,  so  be 
it !  I  will  show  these  people  that  a  Frenchman  can 
be  as  American  as  they !" 

"  All  aboard  !  All  aboard !"  cried  the  conductor. 

"Yes,  all  aboard,"  repeated  Passepartout;  "all 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TS.      243 

aboard !  and  right  away !  But  they  can't  prevent 
me  from  thinking  that  it  would  be  more  natural  for 
us  to  have  gone  over  the  bridge  afoot,  and  then 
brought  the  train  afterward  !" 

But  no  one  heard  this  sage  reflection,  and  no  one 
would  have  acknowledged  its  justness. 

The  passengers  took  their  seats  again  in  the  cars.j 
Passepartout  resumed  his,  without  saying  anything 
of  what  had  occurred.     The  players  were  entirely 
absorbed  in  their  game. 

The  locomotive  whistled  vigorously.  L  The  en- 
gineer reversed  his  engine,  and  backed  for  about  a 
mile — returned  like  a  jumper  who  is  going  to  take  a 
leap. 

Then,  at  a  second  whistle,  they  commenced  to 
move  forward ;  the  speed  increased ;  it  soon  became 
frightful ;  but  a  single  puffing  was  heard  from  the 
locomotive ;  the  pistons  worked  twenty  strokes  to 
the  second  ;  the  axles  smoked  in  the  journals.  They 
felt,  so  to  speak,  that  the  entire  train,  moving  at 
the  rate  of  one  hundred  miles  to  the  hour,  did  not 
bear  upon  the  rails.  The  speed  destroyed  the 
weight. 

And  they  passed!  And  it  was  like  a  flash  of 
lightning.  They  saw  nothing  of  the  bridge.  The 
train  leaped,  it  might  be  said,  from  one  bank  to  the 
other,  and  the  engineer  could  not  stop  his  train  for 
five  miles  beyond  the  station. 

But  the  train  had  scarcely  crossed  the  river  than 
the  bridge,  already  about  to  fall,  went  down  with  a 
crash  into  the  rapids  of  Medicine  Bow. 


244      TOUR  OF  THE  WOULD  IN  EIQHT7  DATS. 


CHAPTEK  XXIX. 

IN  WHICH  CERTAIN  INCIDENTS  ABE  BELATED,  ONLY  TO 
BE  MET  WITH  ON  THE  RAILROADS  OF  THE  UNITED 
STATES. 

THAT  same  eveningHhe  train  continued  its  course 
without  obstructions, /passed  Fort  Sanders,  crossed 
the  Cheyenne  Pass-arid  arrived  at  Evans  Pass.  At 
this  point  the  railroad  reached  the  highest  point  on 
the  route,  i.e.,  eight  thousand  and  ninety-one  feet 
above  the  level  of  the  ocean.  The  travelers  now 
only  had  to  descend  to  the  Atlantic  over  those 
boundless  plains,  leveled  by  nature. 

There  was  the  branch  from  the  "  grand  trunk  " 
to  Denver  City,  the  principal  town  of  Colorado. 
This  territory  is  rich  in  gold  and  silver  mines,  and 
more  than  fifty  thousand  inhabitants  have  already 
settled  there. 

At  this  moment  thirteen  hundred  and  eighty-two 
miles  had  been  made  from  San  Francisco  in  three 
days  and  three  nights.  _Four  nights  and  four  days, 
if  nothing  interfered,  ought  fo  be  sufficient  to  reach 
New^York.  Phileas  Fogg  was  then  still  within  his 
timej 

During  the  night  they  passed  to  the  left  of  Camp 
Walbach.  Lodge  Pole  creek  ran  parallel  to  the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8.      345 

road,  following  the  straight  boundary  between  the 
Territories  of  Wyoming  and  Colorado.  At  eleven 
o'clock  they  entered  Nebraska,  passing  near  Sedg- 
wick,  and  they  touched  at  Julesburg,  on  the  South 
Fork  of  the  Platte  river. 

It  was  at  this  point  that  the  Union  Pacific  road 
was  inaugurated  on  the  23d  of  October,  1867,  by  its 
chief  engineer,  General  Gr.  M.  Dodge.  There 
stopped  the  two  powerful  locomotives,  drawing  the 
nine  cars  of  invited  guests,  prominent  among  whom 
was  the  vice-president  of  the  road,  Thomas  C. 
Durant ;  three  cheers  were  given  ;  there  the  Sioux 
and  Pawnees  gave  an  imitation  Indian  battle ;  there 
the  fireworks  were  set  off ;  there,  finally,  was  struck 
off  by  means  of  a  portable  printing  press  the  first 
number  of  the  Railway  Pioneer.  Thus  was  cele- 
brated the  inauguration  of  this  great  railroad,  an 
instrument  of  progress  and  civilization,  thrown 
across  the  desert,  and  destined  to  bind  together 
town  and  cities  not  yet  in  existence.  The  whistle 
of  the  locomotive,  more  powerful  than  the  lyre  of 
Arnphion,  was  soon  to  make  them  arise  from  the 
American  soil. 

At  eight  o'clock  in  the  morning  Fort  McPherson 
was  left  behind.  Three  hundred  and  fifty-seven 
miles  separate  this  point  from  Omaha./  The  rail- 
road followed,  on  its  left  bank,  the  capricious  wind- 
ings of  the  South  Fork  of  Platte  river.  At  nine 
o'clock  they  arrived  at  the  important  town  of  North 
Platte,  built  between  the  two  arms  of  the  main 
stream,  which  join  each  other  around  it,  forming  a 


246      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

single  artery  —  a  large  tributary  —  whose  waters 
mingle  with  those  of  the  Missouri  a  little  above 
Oraaha.i 

^he  one  hundred  and  first  meridian  was  passed. 
&Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partner  had  resumed  their  play. 
Neither  of  them  complained  of  the  length  of  the 
route — not  even  the  dummy.  Mr.  Fix  had  won  a 
few  guineas  at  first,  which  he  was  in  a  fair  way  to 
lose,  Jtoit  he  was  not  less  deeply  interested  than  Mr. 
Fogg.)  During  this  morning  chance  singularly 
favore3  this  gentleman.  Trumps  and  honors  were 
showered  into  his  hands./  At  a  certain  moment, 
after  having  made  a  bold  combination,  he  was  about 
to  plavja  spade,  when  behind  the  seat  a  voice  was 
heard,  saying : 

"  I  should  play  a  diamond." 

Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and  Fix  raised  their  heads. 
Colonel  Proctor  was  near  them. 

Stamp  Proctor  and  Phileas  Fogg  recognized  each 
other  at  once. 

"  Ah,  it  is  you,  Englishman,"  cried  the  colonel ; 
"  it's  you  who  are  going  to  play  a  spade." 

"  And  who  plays  it,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg  coldly, 
laying  down  a  ten  of  that  color. 

"  Well,  it  suits  me  to  have  it  diamonds,"  replied 
Colonel  Proctor,  in  an  irritated  voice. 

And  he  made  a  motion  as  if  to  pick  up  the  card 
played,  adding: 

"  You  don't  understand  anything  of  this  game." 

"Perhaps  I  will  be  more   skillful  at  another," 
said  Phileas  Fogg,  rising. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      247 

"  You  have  only  to  try  it,  son  of  John  Bull !"  re- 
plied the  coarse  fellow. 

Mrs.  Aouda  became  pale.  All  the  blood  went  to 
her  heart.  She  seized  Phileas  Fogg's  arm,  and  he 
gently  repulsed  her.  Passepartout  was  ready  to 
throw  himself  on  Proctor,  who  was  looking  at  his 
adversary  with  the  most  insulting  air.  But  Fix 
had  risen,  and  going  to  Colonel  Proctor  said  to 
him : 

"  You  forget  that  you  have  me  to  deal  with ;  me 
whom  you  not  only  insulted,  but  struck !" 

"  Mr.  Fix,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  "  I  beg  your  pardon, 
but  it  concerns  me  alone.  In  insisting  that  I  was 
wrong  in  playing  a  spade,  the  colonel  has  insulted 
me  anew,  and  he  shall  give  me  satisfaction." 

"  When  you  will,  and  where  you  will,"  replied 
the  American,  "and  with  whatever  weapon  you 
please." 

Mrs.  Aouda  tried  in  vain  to  restrain  Mr.  Fogg. 
The  detective  uselessly  endeavored  to  take  up  the 
quarrel  of  his  own  account.  Passepartout  wanted  to 
throw  the  colonel  out  of  the  door,  but  a  sign  from  his 
master  stopped  him.  Phileas  Fogg  went  out  of 
the  car,  and  the  American  followed  him  on  the  plat- 
form. 

"  Sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  his  adversary,  "  I  am 
very  much  in  a  hurry  to  return  to  Europe,  and  any 
delay  whatever  would  be  very  prejudicial  to  my  in- 
terests." 

"  Well !  what  does  that  concern  me  ?"  replied 
Colonel  Proctor. 


248      TOUR  OF  THF  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAT8. 

"Sir,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg  very  politely,  "after 
our  meeting  in  San  Francisco,  I  formed  the  plan 
to  come  back  to  America  to  find  you  as  soon  as  I 
had  completed  the  business  which  calls  me  to  the 
Old  World.1' 

"Truly!" 

"Will  you  appoint  a  meeting  with  me  in  six 
months?" 

"  Why  not  in  six  years  ?" 

"  I  say  six  months,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  "  and  I 
will  be  prompt  to  meet  you." 

"  All  evasions  !"  cried  Stamp  Proctor.  "  Imme- 
diately, or  not  at  all." 

"  All  right,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "  You  are  going 
to  New  York?" 

"No." 

"To  Chicago?" 

"No." 

"To  Omaha?" 

"It  concerns  you  very  little!  Do  you  know 
Plum  Creek  station." 

"  No,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  It  is  the  next  station.  The  train  will  be  there 
in  an  hour.  It  will  stop  ten  minutes.  In  ten 
minutes  we  can  exchange  a  few  shots  with  our  re- 
volvers." 

"  Let  it  be  so,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "  I  will  stop  at 
Plum  Creek." 

"  And  I  believe  that  you  will  remain  there !" 
added  the  American,  with  unparalled  insolence. 

"Who  knows,  sir?"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  and  he  re- 
entered  the  car  as  coolly  as  usual. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      249 

That  gentleman  commenced  to  reassure  Mrs. 
Aouda,  saying  to  her  that  blusterers  were  never  to 
be  feared.  Then  he  begged  Fix  to  act  as  his  second 
in  the  encounter  which  was  to  take  place.  Fix 
could  not  refuse,  and  Phileas  Fogg  resumed  quietly 
his  interrupted  game,  playing  a  spade  with  perfect 
serenity.  . 

At  eleven  o'clock  the  whistle  of  the  locomotive 
announced  that  they  were  near  Plum  Creek  station. 
Mr.  Fogg  rose,  and  followed  by  Fix  he  went  out 
on  the  platform.  Passepartout  accompanied  him, 
carrying  a  pair  of  revolvers.  Mrs.  Aouda  remained 
in  the  car,  pale  as  death. 

At  this  moment  the  door  of  the  next  car  opened, 
and  Colonel  Proctor  appeared  likewise  upon  the 
platform,  followed  by  his  second,  a  Yankee  of  his 
own  stamp.  But  at  the  moment  that  the  two  ad- 
versaries were  going  to  step  off  the  train,  the  con- 
ductor ran  up  to  them  and  cried  : 

"  You  can't  get  off,  gentlemen." 

"  Why  not  ?"  asked  the  colonel. 

"  We  are  twenty  minutes  behind  time,  and  the 
train  does  not  stop." 

"  But  I  am  going  to  fight  a  duel  with  this  gentle- 
man." 

"  I  regret  it,"  replied  the  conductor,  "  but  we  are 
going  to  start  again  immediately.  Hear  the  bell 
ringing !" 

The  bell  was  ringing,  and  the  train  moved  on. 

"  I  am  really  very  sorry,  gentlemen,"  said  the  con- 
ductor. "Under  any  other  circumstances  I  could 


250      TOUR  OF  THE  WOULD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

have  obliged  you.  But,  after  all,  since  you  had  not 
the  time  to  fight  here,  who  hinders  you  from  fight- 
ing while  the  train  is  in  motion  ?" 

"  Perhaps  that  will  not  suit  the  gentleman  1"  said 
Colonel  Proctor  with  a  jeering  air. 

"  That  suits  me  perfectly,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  "Well,  we  are  decidedly  in  America !"  thought 
Passepartout,  "  and  the  conductor  is  a  gentleman  of 
the  first  order." 

Having  said  this,  he  followed  his  master. 

The  two  combatants  and  their  seconds,  preceded 
by  the  conductor,  repaired  to  the  rear  of  the  train, 
passing  through  the  cars.  The  last  car  was  only 
occupied  by  about  ten  or  a  dozen  passengers.  The 
conductor  asked  them  if  they  would  be  kind  enough 
to  vacate  for  a  few  moments  for  two  gentlemen 
who  had  an  affair  of  honor  to  settle. 

Why  not  ?  The  passengers  were  only  too  happy 
to  be  able  to  accommodate  the  two  gentlemen,  and 
they  retired  on  the  platforms. 

The  car,  fifty  feet  long,  accommodated  itself  very 
conveniently  to  the  purpose.  The  two  adversaries 
might  march  on  each  other  in  the  aisle,  and  fire  at 
their  ease.  There  never  was  a  duel  easier  to  arrange. 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Colonel  Proctor,  each  furnished  with 
two  six-barreled  revolvers,  entered  the  car.  Their 
seconds,  remaining  outside,  shut  them  in.  At  the 
first  whistle  of  the  locomotive  they  were  to  com- 
mence firing.  Then  after  a  lapse  of  two  minutes 
what  remained  of  the  two  gentlemen  would  be 
taken  out  of  the  car. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      251 

Truly,  there  could  be  nothing  simpler.  It  was 
even  so  simple  that  Fix  and  Passepartout  felt  their 
hearts  beating  almost  as  if  they  would  break  in  their 
anxiety. 

They,  were  waiting  for  the  whistle  agreed  upon 
when/suddenly  savage  cries  resounded.  Reports 
accompanied  them^jbut  they  did  not  come  from  the 
car  reserved  for  me  duelists.  These  reports  con- 
tinued, on  the  contrary,  as  f arjas  the  front,  and  along 
the  whole  line  of  the  train.  Cries  of  fright  made 
themselves  heard  from  the  inside  of  the  cars.; 

Colonel  Proctor  and/Mr.  FoggTjwith  their  Revolvers 
in  hand,  went  out  of  the  car  immediately,  and  rushed 
f  orwarcDwhere  the  reports  and  cries  resounded  more 
noisily. 

LThey  understood  that  the  train  had  been  attacked 
by  a  band  of  SiouxTJ 

It  was  not  the  first*  attempt  of  these  daring  Indians. 
More  than  once  already  they  had  stopped  the  trains. 
According  to  their  habit£without  waiting  for  the 
stopping  of  the  train,  rushing  upon  the  steps  to  the 
number  of  a  hundred,  they  had  scaled  the  cars  like 
a  clown  does  a  horse  at  full  gallopTj 

[These  Sioux  were  provided  with  guns.  Whence 
the  reports,  to  which  the  pasengers,  nearly  all  armed, 
replied  sharply  by  shots  from  their  revolvers.  At 
first  the  Indians  rushed  upon  the  engine.  The  en- 
gineer and  fireman  were  half-stunned  with  blows 
from  their  muskets.  A  Sioux  chief,  wishing  to  stop 
the  train,?  but  not  knowing-  how  to  maneuver  the 
handle  of  the  regulator/had  opened  wide  the  steam 


252      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

valve  instead  of  closing  it,  and  the  locomotive,  beyond 
control,  ran  on  with  frightful  rapidity.  \ 

jAt  the  same  time  the  Sioux  entered  the  carSthen 
ran  like  enraged  monkeys  over  the  roofs  ;ffiiey  drove 
in  the  doors  and  fought  hand  to  hand  with  the  pas- 
sengers. J  The  trunks,  broken  open  and  robbed,  were 
thrown  out  of  the  baggage  car  on  the  road.  Cries 
and  shots  did  not  cease. 

/But  the  passengers  defended  themselves  coura- 
geously. Some  of  the  cars,  barricaded,  sustained  a 
siege  like  real  moving  forts,  borne  on  at  a  speed  of 
one  hundred  miles  an  hour. "] 

(From  the  commencement  of  the  attack  Mrs. 
Aouda  had  behaved  courageously.  "With  revolver 
in  hand  she  defended  herself  heroically,  firing 
through  the  broken  panes  when  some  savage  pre- 
sented himself.  ,  About  twenty  Sioux,  mortally 
wounded,  fell  upon  the  track,  and  the  car  wheels 
crushed  like  worms  those  that^  slipped  on  to  the  rails 
from  the  top  of  the  platforms. 

/But  an  end  must  be  put  to  this.  This  combat 
had  lasted  already  for  ten  minutes,  and  could  only 
end  to  the  advantage  of  the  Sioux  if  the  train  was 
not  stopped.  In  fact,  Fort  Kearney  station  was  not 
two  miles  distant.  There  was  a  military  post,  but 
that  passed,  between  Fort  Kearney  and  the  next 
station  the  Sioux  would  be  complete  masters  of  the 
train. 

The  conductor  was  fighting  at  Mr.  Fogg's  side, 
when  a  ball  struck  him  and  he  fell.  As  he  fell  he 
cried : 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.      253 

"  We  are  lost  if  the  train  is  not  stopped  inside  of 
five  minutes !" 

"  It  shall  be  stopped !"  said  Phileas  Fogg,  who 
was  about  to  rush  out  of  the  car. 

"  Remain,  monsieur,"  Passepartout  cried  to  him. 
"  That  is  my  business." 

Phileas  Fogg  had  not  the  time  to  stop  the  coura- 
geous young  man,  who,  opening  a  door  without  being 
seen  by  the  Indians,  succeeded  in  slipping  under  the 
car.  While  the  struggle  continued,  and  while  the 
balls  were  crossing  each  other  above  his  head,  re- 
covering his  agility,  his  suppleness  as  a  clown,  he 
made  his  way  under  the  cars.  Clinging  to  the  chains, 
assisting  himself  by  the  lever  of  the  brakes  and  the 
edges  of  the  window  sashes,  climbing  from  one  car 
to  another  with  marvelous  skill,  he  thus  reached  the 
front  of  the  train.  He  had  not  been  seen ;  he  could 
not  have  been. 

There,  suspended  by  one  hand  between  the  bag- 
gage car  and  the  tender,  with  the  other  he  loosened 

o   o 

the  couplings;? but,  in  consequence  of  the  traction, 
he  would  neVerhave  been  able  to  pull  out  the  yoking- 
bar  if  a  sudden  jolt  of  the  engine  had  not  made  the 
bar  jump  out^and  the  train,  detached,  was  left  fur- 
ther and  further  behind,  while  the  locomotive  flew  on 
with  new  speed. 

Carried  on  by  the  force  acquired,  the  train  still 
rolled  on  for  a  few  minutes,  but  the  brakes  were 
maneuvered  from  the  inside  of  the  cars,  and  the 
train  finally  stopped,  less  than  one  hundred  paces 
trom  Kearney  station. 


354      TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  HT  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

The  soldiers  of  the  fort,  attracted  by  the  firing, 
ran  hastily  to  the  train.  The  Sioux  did  not  wait 
for  them,  and  before  the  train  stopped  entirely  the 
whole  band  had  decamped. 

But  when  the  passengers  counted  each  other  on 
the  platform  of  the  station  they  noticed  that  sev- 
eral were  missing,  and  among  others  the  courageous 
Frenchman,  whose  devotion  had  just  saved 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      255 


CHAPTER  XXX. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  SIMPLY  DOES  HIS  DUTY. 

THEEE  passengers,  including  Passepartout,  had 
disappeared.  Had  they  been  killed  in  the  fight? 
Were  they  taken  prisoners  by  the  Sioux?  As  yet  it 
could  not  be  told. 

The  wounded  were  quite  numerous,  but  none 
mortally.  ;  The  one  most  seriously  hurt  was  Colonel 
Proctor,  wno  had  fought  bravely,  and  who  fell, 
struck  by  a  ball  in  the  groin.  He  was  carried  to 
the  station  with  the  other  passengers,  whose  condi- 
tion demanded  immediate  care. 
[Mrs.  Aouda  was  safe.  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had 
not  spared  himself,  had  not  a  scratch.  Fix  was 
wounded  in  the  arm — but  it  was  an  unimportant 
wound.  But  Passepartout  was  missing,  and  tears 
flowed  from  the  young  woman's  eyes. 

Meanwhile,  all  the  passengers  had  left  the  trainv 
The  wheels  of  the  cars  were  stained  with  blood.] 
To  the  hubs  and  spokes  hung  ragged  pieces  of  flesh. 
As  far  as  the  eye  could  reach  long  red  trails  were 
seen  on  the  white  plain.     The  last  Indians  were  then 
disappearing  in  the  south,  along  the  banks  of  Re 
publican  river. 

Fogg,  with  folded  arms,  stood  motionless. 


256      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

He  had  a  serious  decision  to  make.  Mrs.  Aouda, 
near  him,  looked  at  him  without  uttering  a  word. 
He  understood  her  look.  If  his  servant  was  a  pris- 
oner ought  he  not  to  risk  everything  to  rescue  him 
from  the  Indians  ? 

"  I  will  find  him,  dead  or  alive,"  he  said  simply, 
to  Mrs.  Aouda. 

"Ah!  Mr.  Fogg — Mr.  Fogg!"  cried  the  young 
woman,  seizing  her  companion's  hands  and  covering 
them  with  tears. 

"  Alive,"  added  Mr.  Fogg, "  if  we  do  not  lose  a 
minute !" 

With  this  resolution  Phileas  Fogg  sacrificed  him- 
self entirely.  He  had  just  pronounced  his  ruin.  A 
single  day's  delay  would  make  him  miss  the  steamer 
from  New  Yorkj  His  bet  would  be  irrevocably  lost. 
But  in  the  face  of  the  thought,  "  It  is  my  duty !"  he 
did  not  hesitate. 

The  captain  commanding  Fort  Kearney  was  therej 
His  soldier&j-about  a  hundred  men — had  put  them- 
selves on  the  defensive  in  the  event  of  the  Sioux 
making  a  direct  attack  upon  the  station. 

A  Sir,"  said  Mr.  Foggjto  the  captain,  "three  pas- 
sengers have  disappeared." 

"  Killed  ?"  asked  the  captain. 

"  Killed  or  prisoners,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.     "  That 

an  uncertainty  which  we  must  bring  to  an  end. 
It  is  your  intention  to  pursue  the  Sioux?" 

"It  is  a  grave  matter,  sir,"  said  the  captain. 
"  These  Indians  may  fly  beyond  the  Arkansas !  I 
could  not  abandon  the  fort  intrusted  to  me."/ 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      257 

"  Sir,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  "  it  is  a  question  of 
the  life  of  three  men." 

"  Doubtless — but  can  I  risk  the  lives  of  fifty  to 
save  three  ?" 

"I  do  not  know  whether  you  can,  but  you 
ought." 

"  Sir,"  replied  the  captain,  "  no  one  here  has  the 
right  to  tell  me  what  my  duty  is." 

£^Let  it  be_ so !"  said  Phileas  Fogg  coldly,  "  I  will 
go  alone !"_/ 

"  You,  sir !"  cried  Fix,  who  approached,  "  go  alone 
in  pursuit  of  the  Indians !" 

"  Do  you  wish  me  then  to  allow  to  perish  the  un- 
fortunate man  to  whom  every  one  of  us  that  is  living 
owes  his  life  ?  I  shall  go." 

"Well,  no;  you  shall  not  go  alone!"  cried  the 
captain,  moved  in  spite  of  himself.  "  No !  You  are 
a  brave  heart !  Thirty  volunteers !"  he  added,  turn- 
ing to  his  soldiers. 

The  whole  company  advanced  in  a  body.  \  The 
^captain  had  to  select  from  these    brave  fellows. 
^Thirty  soldiers  were  picked  out,  and  an  old  sergeant 
put  at  their  head. 

"  Thanks,  captain,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  You  will  permit  me  to  accompany  you  ?"  Fix 
asked  the  gentleman. 

"  You  will  do  as  you  please,"  replied  Phileas 
Fogg.  "  But  if  you  wish  to  do  me  a  service,  you 
will  remain  by  Mrs.  Aouda.  In  case  anything 
should  happen  to  me -'' 

A  sudden  paleness  overcast  the  detective's  face. 


TO  VR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS. 


To  separate  himself  from  the  man  whom  he  had 
followed  step  by  step  and  with  so  much  persist- 
ence !  To  let  him  venture  so  much  in  the  desert  ! 
Fix  looked  closely  at  the  gentleman,  and  whatever 
he  may  have  thought,  in  spite  of  his  prejudices,  in 
spite  of  his  inward  struggle,  he  dropped  his  eyes 
before  that  quiet,  frank  look. 

"  I  will  remain,"  he  said. 

few  moments  after,  Mr.  Fogg  pressed  the 
young  woman's  hand  ;  then,  having  placed  in  her 
care  his  precious  traveling-bag,  he  set  out  with  the 
sergeant  and  his  little  ban<T) 

But  before  starting  he  said  to  the  soldiers  : 

"  My  friends,  there  are  five  thousand  dollars  for 
you  if  you  save  the  prisoners  !" 

It  was  then  a  few  minutes  past  noon. 
[Mrs.  Aouda  retired  into  a  sitting-room  of  the 
station,  and  there,  alone,  she  waited,  thinking  of 
Phileas  Fogg,  his  simple  and  grand  generosity,  his 
quiet  courage.  Mr.  Fogg  had  sacrificed  his  fortune, 
and  now  he  was  staking  his  life  —  and  all  this  with- 
out hesitation,  from  a  sense  of  duty,  without  words. 
Phileas  Fogg  was  a  hero  in  her  eyes. 

The  detective  (Fix)  was  not  thinking  thus,  and 
he  could  not  restrain  his  agitation.    He  walkec 
feverishly  up  and  down  the  platform  of  the  station 
one  moment  vanquished,  he  became  himself  again. 
Fogg  having  gone,  he  comprehended  his  foolishness 
in  letting  him  go.     What  !     Had  he  consented  to 
be  separated  from  the  man  that  he  had  just  been 
following  around  the  world  !    His  natural  disposi- 


TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      259 

tion  got  the  upper  hand ;  he  criminated  and  accused 
himself ;  he  treated  himself  as  if  he  had  been  the 
director  of  the  metropolitan  police  reproving  an 
agent  caught  at  a  very  green  trick. 

"  I  have  been  a  silly  fellow !"  he  thought.  "  The 
other  fellow  will  have  told  him  who  I  am !  He  has 
gone ;  he  will  not  return !  Where  can  I  capture 
him  now  ?  But  how  have  I  (Fix)  so  allowed  myself 
to  be  fascinated,  when  I  have  a  warrant  for  his 
arrest  in  my  pockets  ?  I  am  decidedly  only  an  ass !" 

Thug  reasoned  the  detective,  while  the  hours 
slipped  on  too  slowly  for  his  liking.  £He  did  not 
know  what  to  do.  Sometimes  he  felt  like  telling 
Mrs.  Aouda  everything.  But  he  understood  how 
he  would  be  received  by  the  young  woman.  What 
course  should  he  take  ?  He  was  tempted  to  go  in 
pursuit  of  this  Fogg  across  the  immense  white 
plains.  It  did  not  seem  impossible  for  him  to  find 
him.  ^[The  footprints  of  the  detachment  were  still 
imprinted  upon  the  snow!  But,  under  a  fresh 
covering,  every  track  would  soon  be  effaced. 

/J?ix  was  discouraged.  He  felt  an  almost  insur- 
mountable desire  to  abandon  the  party.  This  very 
occasion  of  leaving  Kearney  station  and  of  pros- 
ecuting the  journey,  so  fruitful  in  mishaps,  was 
opened  to  him. 

^About  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  jwhile  the 
snow  was  falling  in  large  flakes^  long  whistles  were 
heard  coming  from  the  east.  An  enormous  shadow, 
preceded  by  a  lurid  light,  slowly  advanced,  •  con- 
siderably increased  by  the  mist,  which  gave  it  a 
fantastic  appearance* 


260      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

But  no  train  was  expected  yet  from  the  east. 
The  help  asked  for  by  telegraph  could  not  arrive  so 
soon,  and  the  train  from  Omaha  to  San  Francisco 
would  not  pass  until  the  next  day.  They  were 
soon  enlightened. 

This  locomotive,  inoving  under  a  small  head  of 
steam,  and  whistling  very  loud,  was  the  one  which, 
after  being  detached  from  the  train,  had  continued 
its  course^  with  such  frightful  speed,  carrying  the 
unconscious  fireman  and  engineer.^  It  had  run  on 
for  several  miles ;  then  the  fire  had  gone ;  down  for 
want  of  fuel ;  the  steam  had  slackened/and  an  hour 
afterward^  relaxing  its  speed  by  degrees, 'the  engine 
finally  stopped  twenty  miles  beyorifl.  Kearney 
station.' 

Neither  the  engineer  nor  the  fireman  was  dead, 
and  after  a  very  long  swoon  they  revived. 
fThe  engine  had  stopped.  "When  he  saw  himself 
in  the  desert,  and  the  locomotive  without  cars 
attached  to  it,  the  engineer  understood  what  had 
happened.  He  could  not  guess  how  the  locomotive 
had  been  detached  from  the  train, ^  but  he  did  not 
doubt  that  the  train,  left  behind,  was  in  distress. 

(The  engineer  did  not  hesitate  as  to  what  he  ought 
to  do.  To  continue  his  course  in  the  direction  of 
Omaha  was  prudent,  to  return  toward  the  train, 
which  the  Indians  were  perhaps  yet  robbing,  was 
dangerous.  No  matter  IJ.  Coal  and  wood  were 
thrown  into  the  furnace^  the  fire  started  up'l  again, 
the  head  of  steam  increased  again^and  about  two 
o'clock  in  the  afternoon  the  engine  returned,!  run- 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8.      261 

ning  backward  to  Kearney  station.  This  was  the 
whistling  they  heard  in  the  mist. 
lit  was  a  great  satisfaction  for  the  travelers  when 
they  saw  the  locomotive  put  at  the  head  of  the 
train.  They  were  going  to  be  able  to  continue  their 
journey  so  unfortunately  interrupted 

On  the  arrival  of  the  engine  Mrs.  Aouda  came 
out  of  the  station,  and  addressing  the  conductor 
she  asked : 

"  You  are  going  to  start  ?" 

"  This  very  instant,  madam." 

"But  the  prisoners  —  our  unfortunate  com- 
panions  " 

"I  cannot  interrupt  the  trip,"  replied  the  con- 
ductor. "We  are  already  three  hours  behind 
time." 

"  And  when  will  the  next  train  coming  from  San 
Francisco  pass  ?" 

"  To-morrow  evening,  madam." 

"  To-morrow  evening !  But  it  wiD  be  too  late. 
We  must  wait " 

"  Impossible,"  replied  the  conductor.  "  If  you  are 
going,  get  aboard  the  car." 

"  I  will  not  go,"  replied  the  young  woman. 

Fix  heard  this  conversation.  '\  A  few  moments  be- 
fore, when  every  means  of  locomotion  failed  him,  he 
had  decided  to  quit  Kearney J  and  now  that  the 
train  was  there,  ready  to  continue  its  course,  and  he 
only  had  to  seat  himself  again  in  the  car,  an  irresist- 
ible force  fixed  him  to  the  ground!!  The  platform 
of  the  station  burned  his  feet,  and  he  could  not  tear 


262      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

himself  away  from  it.  The  conflict  within  himself 
recommenced.  Zjlis  anger  at  his  want  of  success 
choked  him.  He  was  going  to  struggle  on  to  the 
encLJ 

Meanwhile  the  passengers  and  some  of  the 
wounded — among  others  Colonel  Proctor,  whose 
condition  was  very  serious — had  taken  seats  in  the 
cars.  The  buzzing  of  the  overheated  boiler  was 
heard  ;  the  steam  escaped  through  the  valves ;  the 
engineer  whistled,  the  train  started,  and  soon  disap- 
peared, mingling  its  white  smoke  with  the  whirling 
of  the  snow. 

_The  Detective  Fix  had  remained. 

LSome  hours  passed.  The  weather  was  very  bad, 
the  cold  very  keen.  Fix,  seated  on  a  bench  in  the 
station,  was  motionless.  It  might  have  been  sup- 
posed that  he  was  sleeping^  Notwithstanding  the 
storm/Mrs.  Aouda  left  every  moment  the  room 
which  had  been  placed  at .  her  disposaLj  She  went 
to  the  end  of  the  platform,  trying  to  look  through 
the  tempest  of  snow^;  wishing  to  pierce  the  mist 
which  narrowed  the  horizon  around  her,  listening 
if  sh,e  could  hear  any  sound J  But  there  was  noth- 
ing pave  the  beating  of  her  own  heart.  She  went 
in  then,  chilled  through,  to  return  a  few  moments 
later,  and  always  in  vain. 

/Evening  came.  The  little  detachment  had  not 
returned.  Where  was  it  at  this  moment  ?  Had  it 
been  able  to  overtake  the  Indians  ?  Had  there  been 
a  fight,  or  were  these  soldiers  lost  in  the  mist, 
wandering  at  a  venture  ?  The  captain  of  Fort  Kear- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      263 

ney  was  very  uneasy,  although  he  did  not  wish  to 
let  his  uneasiness  appear. 

Night  came ;  the  snow  fell  less  heavily,  but  the 
intensity  of  the  cold  increased,  j  The  most  intrepid 
glance  would  not  have  ^looked  at  this  vast,  obscure 
space  without  terror.  £  An  absolute  silence  prevailed 
over  the  plain7*\  Neither  the  flight  of  a  bird  nor 
the  passage  of  aTwild  beast  disturbed  the  unbroken 
quiet. 

J3uring  the  whole  night,  Mrs.  Aouda,  her  mind  full 
of  dark  presentiments,  her  heart  filled  with  anguish^ 
wandered  on  the  border  of  the  prairie.  <-  Her  imag- 
ination carried  her  afar  off  and  showed  her  a  thou- 
sand dangers.  What  she  suffered  during  those  long 
hours  could  not  be  expressed.  , 

^Fix,  still  immovable  in  tlTe  same  spot,  did  not 
sleep.  At  a  certain  moment,  a  man  approached 
and  spoke  to  him,  but  the  detective  sent  him  away, 
after  replying  to  him  by  a  negative  sign. 

•  Thus  the  night  passed?}  At  dawn,  the  half -con- 
cealed disk  of  the  sun  rose  from  a  misty  horizon. 
Still  the  eye  might  reach  as  far  as  two  miles. 
Phileas  Fogg  and  the  detachment  had  gone  to  the 
south.  The  south  was  entirely  deserted.  IT  It  was 
then  seven  o'clock  in  the  morning.  ) 

[The  captain,  extremely  anxious,  did  not  know 
what  course  to  take.  Ought  he  to  send  a  second 
detachment  to  help  the  first  ?  Ought  he  to  sacrifice 
fresh  men  with  so  few  chances  of  saving  those  who 
were  sacrificed  at  first  ?  [  But  his  hesitation  did  not 
last,  and  with  a  gesture  calling  one  of  his  lieuten 


364      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

ants,  he  gave  him  the  order  to  throw  out  a  recon- 
noissance  to  the  south,  when  shots  were  heard.  Was 
it  a  signal  ?  The  soldiers  rushed  out  of  the  fort,  and 
half  a  mile  distant  they  perceived  a  small  band  re- 
turning in  good  order. 

Phileas  Fogg  marched  at  the  head,  and  near  him 
Passepartout  and  the  two  passengers,  rescued  from 
the  hands  of  the  Sioux. 

There  was  a  fight  ten  miles  south  of  Fort  Kear- 
ney. Passepartout  and  his  two  companions  were 
already  struggling  against  their  captors,  and  the 
Frenchman  had  knocked  down  three  of  them  with 
his  fist,  when,  his  master  and  the  soldiers  rushed  to 
their  rescue.. 

FAlL^the  deliverers  and  the  delivered-Avere  re- 
ceived with  cries  of  joy,V>nd  Phileas  Fogg  divided 
among  the  soldiers  the^  re  ward  he  had  promised 
them,  while  Passepartout  repeated  to  himself,  not 
without  reason : 

"  I  must  confess  that  I  am  certainly  costing  my 
master  very  dearly." 

£Fix,  without  uttering  a  word,  looked  at  Mr.  Fogg, 
and  it  would  have  been  difficult  to  analyze  the  im- 
pressions struggling  within  him.  As  for  Mrs. 
Aouda,  she  took  the  gentleman's  hand,  and  pressed 
it  in  hers,  without  being  able  to  utter  a  word !  J 
I  In  the  meantime  Passepartout,  upon  his  arrival^ 
was  looking  for  the  train  at  the  station.  He 
thought  he  would  find  it  there,  ready  to  start  for 
Omaha,  and  he  hoped  they  could  still  make  up  the 
lost  time. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA TS.      265 

"  The  train,  the  train !"  he  cried. 
"  Gone,"  replied  Fix. 

"And  when  will  the  next  train    pass?"  asked 
Phileas  Fogg. 
"  Not  until  this  evening." 
"  Ah !"  simply  replied  the  impassible  gentleman. 


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CHAPTEE  XXXL 

IN    WHICH    THE     DETECTIVE    FIX    TAKES     8EBIOU8LT  III 


PHILEAS  FOGG  found  himself  twenty  hours  behind 
time.  Passepartout,  the  involuntary  cause  of  this 
delay,  was  desperate.  He  had  certainly  ruined  his 
master ! 

At  this  moment  the  detective  approached  Mr. 
Fogg,  and  looking  closely  in  his  face,  asked : 

"  Yery  seriously,  sir,  you  are  in  a  hurry  ?" 

"  Yery  seriously,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  I  insist,"  continued  Fix.  "  It  is  very  much  to 
your  interest  to  be  in  New  York  on  the  llth,  before 
nine  o'clock  in  the  evening,  the  time  of  departure 
of  the  Liverpool  steamer." 

"  I  have  a  very  great  interest." 

"  And  if  your  journey  had  not  been  interrupted 
l>y  this  Indian  attack,  you  would  have  arrived  in 
New  York  on  the  morning  of  the  llth." 

"  Yes,  twelve  hours  before  the  departure  of  the 
steamer." 

"  Well,  you  are  now  twenty  hours  behind  time. 
The  difference  between  twenty  and  twelve  is  eight. 
Eight  hours  are  to  be  made  up.  Do  you  wish  to  try 
to  do  it  F 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8.      267 

"  On  foot?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No,  on  a  sledge,"  replied  Fix,  "  on  a  sledge  with 
sails.  A  man  has  proposed  this  means  of  con- 
veyance to  me." 

It  was  the  man  who  had  spoken  to  the  detective 
during  the  night,  and  whose  offer  he  had  refused. 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  reply  to  Fix;  but  Fix 
having  shown  him  the  man  in  question,  who  was 
walking  up  and  down  before  the  station,  the  gentle- 
man went  up  to  him.  An  instant  after,  Phileas 
Fogg  and  this  American,  named  Mudge,  entered  a 
hut  built  at  the  foot  of  Fort  Kearney. 

There  Mr.  Fogg  examined  a  very  singular  vehicle, 
a  sort  of  frame  laid  on  two  long  beams,  a  little 
raised  in  front,  like  the  runners  of  a  sledge,  and  upon 
which  five  or  six  persons  could  be  seated.  On  the 
front  of  the  frame  was  fastened  a  very  high  mast,  to 
which  an  immense  brigantine  sail  was  attached. 
The  mast,  firmly  held  by  metallic  fastenings,  held 
an  iron  stay,  which  served  to  hoist  a  large  jib-sail. 
At  the  rear  a  sort  of  rudder  allowed  the  apparatus 
to  be  steered. 

As  could  be  seen,  it  was  a  sledge  sloop-rigged. 
During  the  winter,  on  the  icy  plains,  when  the 
trains  are  blocked  up  by  the  snow,  these  vehicles 
make  extremely  rapid  trips  from  one  station  to 
another.  They  carry  a  tremendous  press  of  sail,  far 
more  than  a  cutter,  and,  with  the  wind  behind,  they 
glide  over  the  surface  of  the  prairie  with  a  speed 
equal  to,  if  not  greater  than,  that  of  an  express 
train. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

In  a  few  moments  the  bargain  was  concluded  be- 
tween  Mr.  Fogg  and  the  owner  of  this  land  craft 
The  wind  was  good.  It  blew  with  a  strong  breeze 
from  the  west.  The  snow  had  hardened,  and  Madge 
was  certain  that  he  could  take  Mr.  Fogg  in  a  few 
hours  to  Omaha.  There  the  trains  are  frequent,  and 
the  routes  leading  to  Chicago  and  New  York 
numerous.  It  was  not  impossible  to  make  up  the 
time  lost.  There  should  be  no  hesitation  in  making 
the  attempt. 

Mr.  Fogg,  not  wishing  to  expose  Mrs.  Aouda  to 
the  discomforts  of  a  trip  in  the  open  air,  with  the 
cold  rendered  more  unbearable  by  the  speed, 
proposed  to  her  to  remain  under  Passepartout's  care 
at  Kearney  station.  The  honest  fellow  would 
undertake  to  bring  her  to  Europe  by  a  better  route 
and  under  more  acceptable  conditions. 

Mrs.  Aouda  refused  to  be  separated  from  Mr.Fogg, 
and  Passepartout  felt  very  happy  at  this  determi- 
nation. Indeed,  nothing  in  the  world  would  have 
induced  him  to  leave  his  master,  since  Fix  was  to 
accompany  him. 

As  to  what  the  detective  then  thought  it  would 
be  difficult  to  say.  Had  his  convictions  been  shaken 
by  Phileas  Fogg's  return,  or  rather  did  he  consider 
him  a  very  shrewd  rogue,  who,  having  accomplished 
his  tour  of  the  world,  believed  that  he  would  be 
entirely  safe  in  England  ?  Perhaps  Fix's  opinion 
concerning  Phileas  Fogg  was  really  modified.  But 
he  was  none  the  less  decided  to  do  his  duty,  and 
more  impatient  than  all  of  them  to  hasten  with  all 
his  might  the  return  to  England. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      269 

At  eight  o'clock  the  sledge  was  ready  to  start. 
The  travelers — we  were  tempted  to  say  the  pas- 
sengers— took  their  places,  and  wrapped  themselves 
closely  in  their  traveling  cloaks.  The  two  immense 
sails  were  hoisted,  and,  under  the  pressure  of  the 
wind,  the  vehicle  slipped  over  the  hardened  snow 
with  a  speed  of  forty  miles  an  hour. 

The  distance  between  Fort  Kearney  and  Omaha 
is,  in  a  straight  line — in  a  bee-line,  as  the  Americans 
say — two  hundred  miles  at  the  most.  If  the  wind 
continued,  this  distance  could  be  accomplished  in 
five  hours.  If  no  accident  happened,  the  sledge 
ought  to  reach  Omaha  at  one  o'clock  in  the  after- 
noon. 

What  a  journey !  The  travelers,  huddled  up 
against  each  other,  could  not  speak.  The  cold,  in- 
creased by  the  speed,  cut  off  their  words.  The 
sledge  glided  as  lightly  over  the  surface  of  the  plain 
as  a  vessel  over  the  surface  of  the  water — with  trt& 
swell  x*fc~4east.  When  the  breeze  came,  skimming 
the  earth,  it  seemed  as  if  the  sledge  was  lifted  from 
the  ground  by  its  sails,  which  were  like  huge  wings. 
Mudge,  at  the  rudder,  kept  the  straight  line,  and 
with  a  turn  at  the  tiller  he  corrected  the  lurches 
which  the  apparatus  had  a  tendency  to  make.  All 
sail  was  carried.  The  jib  had  been  arranged  so 
that  it  no  longer  was  screened  by  the  brigantine. 
A  topmast  was  hoisted,  and  another  jib  stretched  to 
the  wind  added  its  force  to  that  of  the  other  sails. 
It  could  not  be  exactly  estimated,  but  certainly  the 
speed  of  the  sledge  could  not  be  less  than  forty 
miles  an  hour. 


270      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IF  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

"  If  nothing  breaks,"  said  Mudge,  "  we  shall 
arrive !" 

It  was  Mudge's  interest  to  arrive  at  the  time 
agreed  upon,  for  Mr.  Fogg,  adhering  to  his  plan, 
had  stimulated  him  by  the  promise  of  a  handsome 
reward. 

The  prairie,  which  the  sledge  was  crossing  in  a 
straight  line,  was  as  flat  as  a  sea.  It  might  have 
been  called  a  frozen  pond.  The  railroad  which  ran 
through  this  section  ascended  from  southwest  to 
northwest  by  Grand  Island,  Columbus,  an  important 
Nebraska  town,  Schuyler,  Fremont,  then  Omaha. 
During  its  entire  course  itx  followed  the  right  bank 
of  the  Platte  river.  The  sledge,  shortening  this 
route,  took  the  road  of  the  arc  described  by  the 
railroad.  Mudge  did  not  fear  being  stopped  by  the 
Platte  river,  at  the  short  bend  in  front  of  Fremont, 
as  it  was  frozen  over.  The  way  was  then  entirely 
free  of  obstructions,  and  Phileas  Fogg  had  only  two 
things  to  fear :  an  accident  to  the  apparatus,  a  change 
or  a  calm  of  the  wind. 

But  the  breeze  did  not  abate.  On  the  contrary, 
it  blew  so  hard  that  it  bent  the  mast,  which  the  iron 
fastenings  kept  firm.  These  metal  fastenings,  like 
the  chords  of  an  instrument,  resounded  as  if  a  violin- 
bow  had  produced  their  vibrations.  The  sledge  slid 
along  in  the  midst  of  a  plaintive  harmony  of  a  very 
peculiar  intensity. 

"  These  chords  give  the  fifth  and  the  octave,"  said 
Mr.  Fogg. 

And  these  were  the  only  words  he  uttered  during 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      371 

this  trip.  Mrs.  Aouda,  carefully  wrapped  in  furs 
and  cloaks,  was  preserved  as  much  as  possible  from 
the  attacks  of  the  cold. 

Passepartout,  his  face  red  as  the  solar  disk  when 
it  sets  in  the  mist,  drew  in  the  biting  air.  With  the 
depth  of  unshaken  confidence  that  he  possessed,  he 
was  ready  to  hope  again.  Instead  of  arriving  in 
New  York  in  the  morning,  they  would  arrive  there 
in  the  evening ;  but  there  might  be  some  chances 
that  it  would  be  before  the  departure  of  the  Liver- 
pool steamer. 

Passepartout  even  experienced  a  strong  desire  to 
grasp  the  hand  of  his  ally  Fix.  He  did  not  forget 
that  it  was  the  detective  himself  who  had  procured 
the  sledge  with  sails,  and  consequently  the  only 
means  there  was  to  reach  Omaha  in  good  time.  But 
by  some  unknown  presentiment  he  kept  himself  in 
his  accustomed  reserve. 

At  all  events,  one  thing  which  Passepartout  would 
never  forget  was  the  sacrifice  which  Mr.  Fogg  had 
unhesitatingly  made  to  rescue  him  from  the  hands 
of  the  Sioux.  As  for  that,  Mr.  Fogg  had  risked  his 
fortune  and  his  life —  No !  his  servant  would  not 
forget  him ! 

While  each  one  of  the  travelers  allowed  himself 
to  wander  off  in  such  various  reflections  the  sledge 
flew  over  the  immense  carpet  of  snow.  If  it  passed 
over  creeks,  tributaries,  or  sub-tributaries  of  Little 
Blue  river,  they  did  not  perceive  it.  The  fields  and 
the  streams  disappeared  under  a  uniform  whiteness. 

The  plain  was  absolutely  deserted.     Comprised 


272      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

between  the  Union  Pacific  road  and  the  branch 
uniting  Kearney  to  St.  Joseph,  it  formed  as  it  were 
a  large  uninhabited  island.  Not  a  village,  not  a 
station,  not  even  a  fort.  From  time  to  time  they 
saw  passing  like  a  flash  some  grimacing  tree,  whose 
white  skeleton  was  twisted  about  by  the  wind. 
Sometimes  flocks  of  wild  birds  rose;  sometimes, 
also,  prairie  wolves  in  large  bands,  gaunt,  famished, 
urged  by  a  ferocious  demand  of  nature,  vied  with 
the  sledge  in  swiftness.  Then  Passepartout,  with 
revolver  in  hand,  held  himself  ready  to  fire  upon 
those  that  came  nearest.  If  any  accident  had  then 
stopped  the  sledge,  the  travelers,  attacked  by  these 
ferocious  carnivorous  beasts,  would  have  run  the 
greatest  risks.  But  the  sledge  kept  on  in  its  course ; 
it  was  not  long  in  getting  ahead,  and  soon  the  whole 
howling  band  was  left  behind. 

At  noon  Mudge  recognized  by  certain  land- 
marks that  he  was  crossing  the  frozen  course  of  the 
Platte  river.  He  said  nothing,  but  he  was  sure 
that  in  twenty  miles  more  he  would  reach  Omaha. 

And,  indeed,  one  hour  afterward  this  skillful 
guide,  abandoning  the  helm,  hastened  to  the  hal- 
yards of  the  sails  and  furled  them,  while  the  sledge, 
carried  on  by  its  irresistible  force,  accomplished 
another  half-mile  under  bare  poles.  Finally  it 
stopped,  and  Mudge,  pointing  out  a  mass  of  roofs 
white  with  snow,  said : 

"  "We  have  arrived  !" 

Arrived !  Arrived  indeed  at  the  station  which, 
by  numerous  trains,  is  in  daily  communication  with 
the  eastern  part  of  the  United  States ! 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      273 

Passepartout  and  Fix  jumped  to  the  ground  and 
shook  their  stiffened  limbs.  They  helped  Mr.  Fogg 
and  the  young  woman  to  descend  from  the  sledge. 
Phileas  Fogg  settled  generously  with  Mudge,  whose 
hand  Passepartout  shook  like  a  friend's,  and  all 
hurried  toward"  the  depot  in  Omaha. 

The  Pacific  Railroad,  properly  so-called,  has  its 
terminus  at  this  important  city  in  Nebraska,  placing 
the  Mississippi  basin  in  connection  with  the  great 
ocean.  To  go  from  Omaha  to  Chicago,  the  Chicago, 
Rock  Island  and  Pacific  road  is  taken,  running  di- 
rectly to  the  east,  and  passing  fifty  stations. 

A  through  train  was  ready  to  start.  Philea* 
Fogg  and  his  companions  only  had  time  to  hurry 
into  a  car.  They  had  seen  nothing  of  Omaha; 
but  Passepartout  acknowledged  to  himself  that  it 
was  not  to  be  regretted,  as  they  were  not  on  a  sight- 
seeing tour. 

/The  train  passed  with  very  great  speed  into 
the  State  of  Iowa,  through  Council  Bluffs,  Des 
Moines,  and  Iowa  City.  During  the  night  it 
crossed  the  Mississippi  at  Davenport,  and  entered 
Illinois  at  Rock  Island.  The  next  day,  the  10th,  at 
four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  they  arrived  at  Chi- 
cago, already  risen  from  its  ruins,  and  sitting  more 
proudly  than  ever  on  the  shores  of  the  beautiful 
Lake  Michigan. 

Nine  hundred  miles  separate  Chicago  from  New 
York.  Trains  are  not  wanting  at  Chicago.  Mr. 
Fogg  passed  immediately  from  one  to  the  other. 
The  nimble  locomotive  of  the  Pittsburg,  Fort 


274      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8. 

Wayne  and  Chicago  Eailway  started  at  full  speed, 
as  if  it  understood  that  the  honorable  gentleman 
"  had  no  time  to  lose."  It  traversed  Indiana  and 
Ohio,  passing  by  populous  cities  and  over  wide  ex- 
panses of  agricultural  land,  with  but  few  pauses ; 
and  sixteen  hours  after  leaving  Chicago  the  Ohio 
was  reached. 

At  thirty-five  minutes  after  nine,  on  the  evening 
of  the  llth,  the  train  entered  the  great  depot  at 
Jersey  City,  the  walls  of  which  are  washed  by  the 
Hudson  river.  From  this  station,  the  eastern  ter- 
minus of  a  railroad  system  of  great  magnitude,  fifty- 
one  passenger  and  eighty-one  freight  trains  depart 
every  twenty-four  hours,  and  an  equal  number  ar- 
rive. Steamers  and  sailing  vessels  lined  the  miles 
of  docks  extending  on  both  sides  of  the  station,  and 
the  mighty  river  was  filled  with  craft  of  all  kinds 
engaged  in  the  commerce  of  New  York,  which  rose 
in  front  of  the  travelers  as  they  emerged  upon  the 
broad,  covered  way  running  in  front  of  the  depot, 
where  the  gigantic  ferry-boats  of  the  railroad  com- 
pany receive  and  land  their  myriads  of  travelers, 
pausing  not  in  their  work  day  or  night. 

At  thirty-five  minutes  after  nine  at  night  the 
train  stopped  in  the  depot,  near  the  very  pier  of  the 
Cunard  line  of  steamers,  otherwise  called  The  Brit- 
ish and  North  American  Royal  Mail  Steam  Packet 
Company. 

CThe  China,  bound  for  Liverpool,  left  thirty-five 
minutes  before. 


TOUA  OF  THE  WORLD  Hi  SIGHT T  DATS.      375 


CHAPTEE  XXXII. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  ENGAGES  IN  A  DIRECT  STRUGGLE 
WITH   ILL   LUCK. 


China,  in  leaving,   seemed  to  have  carried 
away  with  her  Phileas  Fogg's  last  hope.*!! 

In  fact,  none  of  the  other  steamers   in  the  direct 

service  between  America  and  Europe^  neither  the 

French  Transatlantic  steamers  nor  the  ships  of  the 

White  Star  line,  nor  those  of  the  Inman  Company, 

jQor  those  of  the  Hamburg  line,  nor  any  others, 

Uiould  serve  the  gentleman's  projectsD 

The  Pereire,  of  the  French  Atlantic  Company, 
would  not  start  until  the  14th  of  December.  And 
besides,  like  those  of  the  Hamburg  Company,  she 
would  not  go  directly  to  Liverpool  or  London,  but  to 
Havre,  and  this  additional  trip  from  Havre  to  South- 
ampton, delaying  Phileas  Fogg,  would  have  ren- 
dered his  last  efforts  of  no  avail. 

The  gentleman  posted  himself  thoroughly  about 
!-all  this  by  consulting  his  "  Bradshaw,"  which  gave 
him,  day  by  day,  the  movements  of  the  transoceanic^ 
vessels.  3 

^Passepartout  was  annihilated.  It  killed  him  to 
miss  the  steamer  by  thirty-five  minutes.  It  was  his 
fault,  he  who,  instead  of  aiding  his  master,  had  not 


276      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

ceased  to  scatter  obstacles  in  his  way.  And  when 
he  reviewed  in  his  mind  all  the  incidents  of  the  jour- 
ney ;  when  he  calculated  the  sums  spent,  which  were  a 
pure  loss,  and  for  his  own  interest ;  when  he  thought 
that  this  enormous  bet,  added  to  the  heavy  expenses 
of  this  now  useless  journey,  would  completely  ruin 
Mr.  Fogg  he  overwhelmed  himself  with  opprobrium. 

Mr.  Fogg  did  not  reproach  him  at  all,  and  leaving 
the  pier  of  the  ocean  steamers,  he  said  only  these 
words : 

"  We  will  consult  to-morrow.     Come." 

Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda,  Fix,  and  Passepartout 
crossed  the  Hudson  from  Jersey  City  in  the  ferry- 
boat, and  got  into  a  carriage,  which  took  them  to  the 
St.  Nicholas  Hotel,  on  Broadway.  Rooms  were  put 
at  their  disposal,  and  the  night  passed — a  very  short 
one  for  Phileas  Fogg,  who  slept  soundly,  but  very 
long  for  Mrs.  Aouda  and  her  companions,  whose 
agitation  did  not  allow  them  to  rest. 

The  next  day  Was'  the  12th  of  December.  From 
the  12th,  at  seven  in  the  morning,  to  the  21st,  at 
eight  forty-five  in  the  evening,  there  remained  nine 
days,  thirteen  hours,  and  forty-five  minutes.  If, 
then,  Phileas  Fogg  had  left  the  night  before  in  the 
China,  one  of  the  best  sailers  of  the  Cunard  line,  he 
would  have  arrived  at  Liverpool,  and  then  in  Lon- 
don, in  the  desired  time  ! 

(Thileas  Fogg  left  the  hotel  alone,  having  recom- 
mended his  servant  to  wait  for  him,  and  to  notify 
Mrs.  Aouda  to  hold  herself  in  readiness  at  any 
moment. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      277 

Mr.  Fogg  repaired  to  the  banks  of  the  Hudson, 
and  among  the  shipsj  moored  to  the  wharf,  or 
anchored  in  the  stream,  he  sought  with  care  those 
which  were  about  to  leave.  Several  vessels  had 
their  signals  for  departure  up  and  were  preparing 
to  put  to  sea  at  the  morning  high  tide,  for  in  this 
immense  and  admirable  port  there  is  not  a  day 
when  a  hundred  vessels  do  not  set  sail  for  every 
quarter  of  the  globe ;  ;but  the  most  of  them  were 
sailing  vessels,  and  they  would  not  suit  Phileas 
Fogg. 

This,gentleman  was  seeming  to  fail  in  his  last  at- 
tempt, when  he  perceived  moored  in  front  of  the 
Batter  jy  at  a  cable's  length  at  most,  a  merchantman, 
with  screw,  of  fine  outlines,  whose  smokestack, 
emitting  clouds  of  smoke,  indicated  that  she  was 
preparing  to  sail. 

Phileas  Fogg  hailed  a  boat,  got  in  it,  and  with  a 
few  strokes  of  the  oar  he  found  himself  at  the  lad- 
der of  the  Henrietta,  ,an  iron-hulled  steamer,  with 
her  upper  parts  of  wood. 

The  captain  of  the  Henrietta  was  on  board. 
Phileas  Fogg  went  up  on  deck  and  asked  for  the 
captain,  who  presented  himself  immediately. 

He  was  a  man  fifty  years  old,  a  sort  of  sea  wolf,, 
a  grumbler  who  would  not  be  very  accommodating. 
His  large  eyes,  his  complexion  oxidized  copper,  his 
red  hair,  his  large  chest  and  shoulders,  indicated 
nothing  of  the  appearance  of  a  man  of  the  world. 
('"The  captain?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

« I  am  he." 


378      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

"  I  am  Phileas  Fogg,  of  London." 

"  And  I  am  Andrew  Speedy,  of  Cardiff." 

"  You  are  going  to  start  ?" 

"  In  an  hour." 

"  You  are  loaded  for ?" 

"Bordeaux.") 

"  And  your  cargo  ?" 

"  Gravel  in  the  hold.  I  have  no  freight.  I  sail 
in  ballast." 

^  You  have  passengers  ?" 

"No  passengers.  Never  have  passengers.  A 
merchandise  that's  in  the  way  and  reasons." 

"  Your  vessel  sails  swiftly  ?" 

"  Between  eleven  and  twelve  knots.  The  Henri- 
etta, well  known." 

"  Do  you  wish  to  convey  me  to  Liverpool,  myself 
and  three  persons  ?" 

"  To  Liverpool  ?    Why  not  to  China  2" 

"  I  said  Liverpool." 

"No!" 

"No?" 

"  No.  I  am  setting  out  for  Bordeaux,  and  I  shall 
go  to  Bordeaux." 

"  It  don't  matter  what  price  ?" 

"  It  don't  matter  what  price." 

The  captain  spoke  in  a  tone  which  did  not  admit 
of  a  reply. 

"  But  the  owners  of  the  Henrietta,"  replied  Phileas 
Fogg. 

"  The  owners  of  the  Henrietta  are  myself,"  replied 
the  captain.  "  The  vessel  belongs  to  meA,  v 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS.      279 

"  I  will  freight  it  for  you." 

"JSTo." 

"No?" 

"  I  will  buy  it  from  you." 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  change  countenance.  But 
the  situation  was  serious.  It  was  not  at  New  York 
as  at  Hong  Kong,  nor  with  the  captain  of  the 
Henrietta  as  with  the  captain  of  the  T^nkadere. 
Until  the  present  the  gentleman's  money  had 
always  overcome  obstacles.  This  time  the  money 
failed. 

But  the  means  of  crossing  the  Atlantic  in  a 
vessel  must  be  found,  unless  they  went  across  in  a 
balloon,  which  would  have  been  very  venturesome, 
and  which,  besides,  was  not  practicable. 

Phileas  Fogg,  however,  appeared  to  have  an  idea, 
for  he  said  to  the  captain : 

"  Well,  will  you  take  me  to  Bordeaux  ?" 

"  No,  even  if  you  would  pay  me  two  hundred 
dollars." 

"  I  offer  you  two  thousand." 

"  For  each  person  ?" 

"  For  each  person." 

"  And  there  are  four  of  you  ?" 

"  Four."J 

Captain  Speedy  commenced  to  scratch  his  fore- 
head as  if  he  would  tear  the  skin  off.  Eight  thou- 
sand dollars  to  be  made,  without  changing  his 
course;  it  was  well  worth  the  trouble  of  putting 
aside  his  decided  antipathy  for  every  kind  of  pas- 
senger. Passengers  at  two  thousands  dollars  apiece, 


280      TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

besides,   are  no  longer    passengers,  but    valuable 
merchandise. 

( "  I  leave  at  nine  o'clock,"  said  Captain  Speedy 
simply,  "  and  you  and  yours  will  be  here  ?" 

"  At  nine  o'clock  we  will  be  on  board !"  simply 
replied  Mr.  Fogg.  ! 

It  was  half-past  eight.  To  land  from  the  Henri- 
etta, get  in  a  carriage,  repair  to  the  St.  Nicholas 
Hotel,  and  take  back  with  him  Mrs.  Aouda,  Passe- 
partout, and  even  the  inseparable  Fix,  to  whom  he 
graciously  offered  a  passage,  this  was  all  done  by 
the  gentleman  with  the  quiet  which  never  aeserted 
him  under  any  circumstances. 

At  the  moment  that  the  Henrietta  was  ready  to 
sail  all  four  were  aboard. 

When  Passepartout  learned  what  this  last  voyage 
would  cost,  he  uttered  one  of  those  prolonged 
"  Oh's !"  which  ran  through  all  the  spaces  of  the 
descending  chromatic  scale ! 

As  for  Detective  Fix,  he  said  to  himself  that  the 
Bank  of  England  would  not  come  out  whole  from 
this  affair.  In  fact,  by  the  time  of  their  arrival, 
and  admitting  that  this  Mr.  Fogg  would  not  throw 
a  few  handfuls  beside  into  the  sea,  more  than  seven 
thousand  pounds  would  be  missing  from  the  bank- 
notes in  the  traveling-bag ! 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      281 


CHAPTER  XXXII. 

IN   WHICH    PHILEAS     FOGG     SHOWS     HIMSELF     EQUAL    TO 
CIRCUMSTANCES. 

(  AN  hour  afterward  the  steamer  Henrietta  passed 
the  light-boat  which  marks  the  entrance  of  the 
Hudson,  turned  Sandy  Hook  point)  and  put  to  sea. 
During  the  day  she  skirted  Long  Island,  in  the 
offing  of  the  Eire  Island  Light,  (^tnd  rapidly  ran 
toward  the  east^J 

At  noon  of  the  next  day,  the  13th  of  December, 
a  man  went  upon  the  bridge  to  take  charge  of  the 
vessel.  It  would  certainly  be  supposed  that  this 
man  was  Captain  Speedy!  Not  at  all.  It  was 
Phileas  Fogg. 

As  for  Captain  Speedy,  he  was  very  snugly 
locked  up  in  his  cabin,  and  was  howling  ?at  a  rate 
that  denoted  an  anger  very  pardonable,  which 
amounted  to  a  paroxysm. 

What  had  happened  was  very  simple.  Phileas 
Fogg  wanted  to  go  to  Liverpool ;  the  captain  would 
not  take  him  there.  Then  Phileas  Fogg  had  agreed 
to  take  passage  for  Bordeaux,  and  during  the  thirty 
hours  that  he  had  been  on  board,  he  had  maneu- 
vered so  well  with  his  banknotes,  that  the  crew, 
sailors  and  firemen — an  occasional  crew,  on  bad 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 


terms  with  the  captain — belonged  to  him.  And 
this  is  why  Phileas  Fogg  commanded  in  the  place 
of  Captain  Speedy,  why  the  captain  was  shut  up  in 
his  cabin,  and  why,  finally,  the  Henrietta  was  steer- 
ing her  course  toward  Liverpool.  It  was  very  clear, 
seeing  Mr.  Fogg  maneuver,  that  he  had  been  a 
sailor. } 

Now,  how  the  adventure  would  come  out,  would 
be  known  later.  Mrs.  Aouda's  uneasiness  did  not 
cease,  although  she  said  nothing.  Fix  was  stunned 
at  first.  -  Passepartout  found  the  thing  simply 
splendid.  J 

"Between  eleven  and  twelve  knots,"  Captain 
Speedy  had  said,  and  the  Henrietta  did  indeed 
maintain  this  average  of  speed. 

If  then — how  many  "  if  s  "  yet ! — if  the  sea  did  not 
become  too  rough,  if  the  wind  did  not  rise  in  the 
east,  if  no  mishap  occurred  to  the  vessel,  no  acci- 
dent to  the  engine,  the  Henrietta  in  the  nine  days, 
counting  from  the  12th  of  December  to  the  21st, 
would  accomplish  the  three  thousand  miles  sepa- 
rating New  York  from  Liverpool.  It  is  true  that 
once  arrived,  the  Henrietta  affair  on  top  of  the  bank 
affair  might  take  the  gentleman  a  little  further  than 
he  would  like. 

During  the  first  few  days^they  went  along  under 
excellent  conditions.  The  wiiid  was  not  too  rough ; 
the  wind  seemed  stationary  in  the  northeast ;  the 
sails  were  hoisted,  and  with  them  the  Henrietta 
sailed  like  a  genuine  transatlantic  steamer. 

Passepartout  was  delighted.      The  last  exploit  of 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      283 

his  master,  the  consequences  of  which  he  preferred 
not  to  consider,  filled  him  with  enthusiasm.  The 
crew  had  never  seen  a  gayer,  more  agile  fellow. 
He  made  a  thousand  friendships  with  the  sailors, 
and  astonished  them  by  his  acrobatic  feats.  He 
lavished  upon  them  the  best  names  and  the  most  at- 
tractive drinks.  He  thought  that  they  maneuvered 
like  gentlemen,  and  that  the  firemen  coaled  up  like 
heroes.  His  good  humor  was  very  communicative, 
and  impressed  itself  upon  all.  He  had  forgotten 
the  past,  with  its  annoyances  and  its  perils.  He 
thought  only  of  the  end,  so  nearly  reached,  and 
sometimes  he  boiled  over  with  impatience,  as  if  he 
had  been  heated  by  the  furnaces  of  the  Henrietta. 
Frequently,  also,  the  worthy  fellow  revolved  around 
Fix;, he  looked  at  him  with  a  distrustful  eye,  but 
he  did  not  speak  to  him,  for  there  no  longer  existed 
any  intimacy  between  these  two  old  friends. 

Besides,  Fix,  it  must  be  confessed,  did  not  under- 
stand this  thing  at  all.  The  conquest  of  the  Hen- 
rietta, the  purchase  of  her  crew,  and  Fogg  maneu- 
vering like  an  accomplished  seaman — this  combina- 
tion of  things  confused  him.  He  did  not  know 
what  to  think.  But,  after  all,  a  man  who  com- 
menced by  stealing  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  could 
finish  by  stealing  a  vessel.  And  Fix  was  naturally 
led  to  believe  that  the  Henrietta,  directed  by  Fogg, 
was  not  going  to  Liverpool  at  all,  but  into  some 
quarter  of  the  world  where  the  robber,  becoming  a 
pirate,  would  quietly  place  himself  in  safety !  This 
hypothesis,  it  must  be  confessed,  could  not  be  more 


384      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

plausible,  and  the  detective  commenced  to  regret 
very  seriously  having  entered  upon  this  affair. 
\  As  for  Captain  Speedy,  he  continued  to  howl  in 
his  cabin,  and  Passepartout,  whose  duty  it  was  to 
provide  his  meals,  did  it  only  with  the  greatest  pre- 
cautions, although  he  was  so  strong.  Mr.  Fogg  had 
no  longer  the  appearance  of  even  suspecting  that 
there  was  a  captain  on  board. 

On  the  13th  they  passed  the  edge  of  the  banks  of 
Newfoundland.  Those  are  bad  latitudes.  During 
the  winter  especially  the  fogs  are  frequent  there, 
the  blows  dreadful.  Since  the  day  before,  the  ba- 
rometer, suddenly  fallen,  indicated  an  approaching 
change  in  the  atmosphere.  In  fact,  during  the 
night  (the  temperature  varied,  the  cold  became 
keener,  and  at  the  same  time  the  wind  shifted  into 
the  southeast. 

This  was  a  misfortune.  Mr.  Fogg,  in  order  not 
to  be  driven  out  of  his  course,  had  to  reef  his  sails 
and  increase  his  steam.  But  the  progress  of  the 
ship  was  slackened,  owing  to  the  condition  of  the 
sea,  whose  long  waves  broke  against  her  stern.  She 
was  violently  tossed  about,  and  to  the  detriment  of 
her  speed.  The  breeze  increased  by  degrees  to  a 
hurricane,  and  it  was  already  a  probable  event  that 
the  Henrietta  might  not  be  able  to  hold  herself 
upright  against  the  waves.  Now,  if  she  had  to  fly 
before  the  storm,  the  unknown,  with  all  ite  bad 
chances,  threatened  them. 

Passepartout's  face  darkened  at  the  same  time  as 
the  sky,  and  for  two  days  the  good  fellow  was  in  mor- 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      285 

tal  dread.  But  Phileas  Fogg  was  a  bold  sailor,  who 
knew  how  to  keep  head  against  the  sea,  and  he  kept 
on  his  course,  without  even  putting  the  vessel  under 
a  small  head  of  steam.  The  Henrietta,  whenever 
she  could  rise  with  the  wave,  passed  over  it,  but 
her  deck  was  swept  from  end  to  end.  Sometimes, 
too,  when  a  mountain  wave  raised  the  stern  out  of 
the  water,  the  screw  came  out  of  the  water,  beating 
the  air  with  its  blades,  but  the  ship  still  moved 
"'right  on. 

Still  the  wind  did  not  become  as  severe  as  might 
have  been  feared.  Tt  was  not  one  of  those  hurri- 
canes which  sweep  on  with  a  velocity  of  ninety 
miles  an  hour.  It  continued  quite  fresh,  but  unfor- 
tunately it  blew  obstinately  from  the  southeast,  and 
did  not  allow  the  sails  to  be  hoisted.  And  yet,  as 
we  will  see,  it  would  have  been  very  useful  if  they 
could  have  come  to  the  aid  of  the  steam ! 
(^  The  16th  of  December  was  the  seventy-fifth  day 
that  had  elapsed  since  leaving  London.  The  Hen- 
rietta had  not  yet  been  seriously  delayed.  The  half 
of  the  voyage  was  nearly  accomplished,  and  the 
worst  localities  had  been  passed.J  In  summer  suc- 
cess would  have  been  certain.  In  winter  they  were 
at  the  mercy  of  the  bad  weather.  Passepartout  did 
not  speak.  Secretly  he  hoped,  and  if  the  wind 
failed  them  he  counted  at  least  upon  the  steam. 

Now,  on  this  day,  the  engineer  ascended  to  the 
deck,  met  Mr.  Fogg,  and  talked  very  earnestly 
with  him. 

Without    knowing    why  —  by    a    presentiment, 


286      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

doubtless  —  Passepartout  felt  a  sort  of  vague 
uneasiness.  He  would  have  given  one  of  his  ears  to 
have  heard  with  the  other  what  was  said.  But  he 
could  catch  a  few  words,  these  among  others, 
uttered  by  his  master  : 

"  You  are  certain  of  what  you  say  ?" 

"  I  am  certain,  sir,"  replied  the  engineer.  "  Do 
not  forget  that,  since  our  departure,  all  our  furnaces 
have  been  going,  and  although  we  had  enough  coal 
to  go  under  a  small  head  of  steam  from  New  York 
to  Bordeaux,  we  have  not  enough  for  a  full  head 
of  steam  from  New  York  to  Liverpool." 

"  I  will  take  the  matter  under  consideration,"  re- 
plied Mr.  Fogg. 

Passepartout  understood.  A  mortal  fear  took 
possession  of  him. 

The  coal  was  about  to  give  out.  J 

"  Ah !  if  my  master  wards  that  off,"  he  said  to 
himself,  "  he  will  certainly  be  a  famous  man !" 

And  having  met  Fix  he  could  not  help  posting 
him  as  to  the  situation. 

"  Then,"  replied  the  detective,  with  set  teeth, 
"  you  believe  that  we  are  going  to  Liverpool  ?" 

"  I  do  indeed." 

"Idiot!"  replied  the  detective,  shrugging  his 
shoulders  as  he  turned  away.  J 

Passepartout  was  on  the  point  of  sharply  resent- 
ing the  epithet,  whose  true  signification  be  could 
not  understand ;  but  he  said  to  himself  that  the  un- 
fortunate Fix  must  be  very  much  disappointed  and 
humiliated  in  his  self-esteem,  having  so  awkwardly 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  YS.      287 

followed  a  false  scent  around  the  world,  and  he  re- 
frained from  condemning  him. 

And  now  what  course  was  Phileas  Fogg  going  to 
take  ?  It  was  difficult  to  guess.  ^  But  it  appeared 
that  the  phlegmatic  gentleman  decided  upon  one, 
for  that  evening  he  sent  for  the  engineer  and  said 
to  him: 

"  Keep  up  your  fires  and  continue  on  your  course 
until  the  complete  exhaustion  of  the  fuel." 

A  few  moments  after  the  smokestack  of  the  Hen- 
rietta was  vomiting  torrents  of  smoke. 
C.The  vessel  continued,  then,  to  sail  under  full 
steam ;  but,  as  he  had  announced,  two  days  later,  the 
18th,  the  engineer  informed  him  that  the  coal  would 
give  out  during  the  day. 

"  Don't  let  the  fires  go  down,")  replied  Mr. 
Fogg.  "On  the  contrary,  let  the"  furnaces  be 
charged." 

About  noon  of  this  day,  having  taken  observa- 
tions and  calculated  the  position  of  the  vessel, 
Phileas  Fogg  sent  for  Passepartout  and  ordered 
him  to  go  for  Captain  Speedy.  This  good  fellow 
felt  as  if  he  had  been  commanded  to  unchain 
a  tiger,  and  he  descended  into  the  poop,  saying  to 
himself : 

"  Positively  I  shall  find  a  madman  I" 

In  fact,  a  few  minutes  later  a  bomb  came  on  the 
poop-deck,  in  the  midst  of  cries  and  oaths.  This 
bomb  was  Captain  Speedy.  It  was  evident  that  it 
was  going  to  burst. 

"  Where  are  we  ?"  were  the  first  words  he  uttered 


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in  the  midst  of  his  choking  anger,  and  certainly,  if 
the  worthy  man  had  been  apoplectic,  he  would  never 
have  recovered  from  it. 

"  Where  are  we  ?"  he  repeated,  his  face  purple. 

"  Seven  hundred  and  seventy  miles  from  Liver- 
pool," replied  Mr.  Fogg,  with  imperturbable  calm- 
ness. 

"  Pirate !"  cried  Andrew  Speedy. 

"  I  have  sent  for  you,  sir— 

"  Sea-skimmer !" 

"  Sir,"  continued  Phileas  Fogg,  "  to  ask  you  to 
sell  me  your  ship." 

"  No !  by  all  the  devils,  no !" 

"  I  shall  be  obliged  to  burn  her." 

"  To  burn  my  ship !" 

"  At  least  her  upper  portions,  for  we  are  out  of 
fuel." 

"  Burn  my  ship !"  cried  Captain  Speedy,  who 
could  no  longer  pronounce  his  syllables.  "  A  ship 
that  is  worth  fifty  thousand  dollars !" 

"  Here  are  sixty  thousand !"  replied  Phileas  Fogg, 
offering  him  a  roll  of  banknotes. 

This  produced  a  powerful  effect  upon  Andrew 
Speedy.  No  American  is  without  emotion  at  the 
sight  of  sixty  thousand  dollars.  The  captain  forgot 
in  an  instant  his  anger,  his  imprisonment,  all  his 
grievances  from  his  passenger.  His  ship  was  twenty 
years  old.  It  might  be  quite  a  bargain!  The 
bomb  would  not  explode.  Mr.  Fogg  had  withdrawn 
the  fuse. 

"  And  the  iron  hull  will  be  left,"  he  said  in  a 
singularly  softened  tone. 


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"  The  iron  hull  and  the  engine,  sir.  It  is  a  bar- 
gain?" 

"  A  bargain." 

And  Andrew  Speedy,  snatching  the  roll  of  bank- 
notes, counted  them  and  slipped  them  into  his 
pocket. 

During  this  scene  Passepartout  was  white  as  a 
sheet.  As  for  Fix,  he  narrowly  escaped  an  apo- 
plectic fit.  Nearly  twenty  thousand  pounds  spent, 
and  yet  this  Fogg  was  going  to  relinquish  to  the 
seller  the  hull  and  the  engine,  that  is,  nearly  the 
entire  value  of  the  vessel !  It  is  true  that  the  sum 
stolen  from  the  bank  amounted  to  fifty-five  thou- 
sand pounds ! 

When  Andrew  Speedy  had  pocketed  his  money, 
Mr.  Fogg  said  to  him : 

"  Sir,  don't  let  all  this  astonish  you.  Know  that 
I  lose  twenty  thousand  pounds  if  I  am  not  in  London 
on  the  21st  of  December,  at  a  quarter  before  nine 
in  the  evening.  Now,  I  had  missed  the  steamer 
from  New  York,  and  as  you  refused  to  take  me  to 
Liverpool— 

"  And  I  have  done  well,  by  all  the  imps  of  the 
lower  regions,"  cried  Andrew  Speedy,  "since  I 
make  by  it  at  least  forty  thousand  dollars." 

Then  he  added  calmly : 

"  Do  you  know  one  thing,  captain " 

"Fogg." 

"  Well,  Captain  Fogg,  there  is  something  of  the 
Yankee  in  you." 

And  having  paid  his  passenger  what  he  thought 

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290      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATA 

to  be  a  compliment,  he  went  away,  when  Phileat 
Fogg  said  to  him : 

"  Now  this  ship  belongs  to  me  ?" 

"Certainly,  from  the  keel  to  the  truck  of  the 
masts,  all  the  wood,  understand." 

"  Very  well.  Cut  away  the  inside  arrangements 
and  fire  up  with  the  debris." 

It  may  be  judged  how  much  of  this  dry  wood 
was  necessary  to  maintain  the  steam  at  a  sufficient 
pressure.  This  day,  the  poop-deck,  the  cabins,  the 
bunks,  and  the  spar  deck  all  went. 

The  next  day,  the  19th  of  December,  they  burned 
the  masts,  the  rafts,  and  the  spars.  They  cut  down 
the  masts,  and  delivered  them  to  the  ax.  The 
crew  displayed  an  incredible  zeal.  Passepartout, 
hewing,  cutting,  sawing,  did  the  work  of  ten  men. 
It  was  a  perfect  fury  of  demolition. 

The  next  day,  the  20th,  the  railings,  the  armor, 
all  of  the  ship  above  water,  the  greater  part  of  the 
deck,  were  consumed.  The  Henrietta  was  now  a 
vessel  cut  down  like  a  pontoon. 

But  on  this  day  they  sighted  the  coast  of  Ireland 
and  Fastnet  Light. 

However,  at  ten  o'clock  in  the  evening,  the  ship 
was  only  passing  Queenstown.  Phileas  Fogg  had 
only  twenty-four  hours  to  reach  London!  Now, 
this  was  the  time  the  Henrietta  needed  to  reach 
Liverpool,  even  under  full  headway.  And  the 
steam  was  about  to  fail  the  bold  gentleman ! 

"  Sir,"  said  Captain  Speedy  to  him  then,  who  had 
come  to  be  interested  in  his  projects,  "  I  really  pity 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA 78.      291 

you.  Everything  is  against  you.  We  are  as  yet 
only  in  front  of  Queenstown." 

"  Ah  1"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  "  that  is  Queenstown,  the 
place  where  we  perceive  the  light  1" 

"  Yes." 

"  Can  we  enter  the  harbor  ?" 

"  Not  for  three  hours.     Only  at  high  tide." 

"Let  us  wait,"  Phileas  Fogg  replied  calmly, 
without  letting  it  be  seen  on  his  face  that,  by  a  last 
inspiration,  he  was  going  to  try  to  conquer  once 
more  his  contrary  fate ! 

Queenstown  is  a  port  on  the  coast  of  Ireland,  at 
which  the  transatlantic  steamers  coming  from  the 
United  States  deposit  their  mail  bags.  These  letters 
are  carried  to  Dublin  by  express  trains  always 
ready  to  start.  From  Dublin  they  arrive  in  Liver- 
pool by  very  swift  vessels,  thus  gaining  twelve 
nours  over  the  most  rapid  sailers  of  the  ocean 
companies. 

These  twelve  hours  which  the  American  couriers 
gained,  Phileas  Fogg  intended  to  gain  too.  Instead 
of  arriving  by  the  Henrietta  in  the  evening  of  the 
next  day  at  Liverpool,  he  would  be  there  by  noon, 
and,  consequently,  he  would  have  time  enough  to 
reach  London  before  a  quarter  of  nine  in  the 
evening. 

Toward  one  o'clock  in  the  morning  the  Henrietta 
entered  Queenstown  harbor  at  high  tide,  and 
Phileas  Fogg,  having  received  a  vigorous  shake  of 
the  hand  from  Captain  Speedy,  left  him  on  the 
leveled  hulk  of  his  vessel,  still  worth  the  half  of 
what  he  had  sold  it  for  1 


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The  passengers  landed  immediately.  Fix,  at  this 
moment,  had  a  fierce  desire  to  arrest  Mr.  Fogg. 
He  did  not  do  it,  however.  Why?  What  conflict 
was  going  on  within  him?  Had  he  changed  his 
mind  with  reference  to  Mr.  Fogg?  Did  he  finally 
perceive  that  he  was  mistaken  ?  Fix,  however,  did 
not  leave  Mr.  Fogg.  With  him,  Mrs.  Aouda,  and 
Passepartout,  who  did  not  take  time  to  breathe,  he 
jumped  into  the  train  at  Queenstown  at  half-past 
one  in  the  morning,  arrived  at  Dublin  at  break  of 
day,  and  immediately  embarked  on  one  of  those 
steamers — regular  steel  spindles,  all  engine — which, 
disdaining  to  rise  with  the  waves,  invariably  pass 
right  through  them. 

At  twenty  minutes  before  noon,  the  21st  of 
December,  Phileas  Fogg  finally  landed  on  the  quay 
at  Liverpool.  He  was  now.  only  six  hours  from 
London. 

But  at  this  moment  Fix  approached  him,  put  his 
hand  on  his  shoulder,  and  showing  his  warrant, 
said: 

"You  are  really  Phileas  Fogg?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

"I  arrest  you,  in  the  name  of  the  queen  1" 


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CHAPTEE  XXXIV. 

WHICH  GIVES  PASSEPARTOUT  THE  OPPORTUNITY  OF  LET- 
TING OUT  SOME  ATROCIOUS  BUT  PERHAPS  UNPUB- 
LISHED WORDS. 

PHILEAS  FOGG  was  in  prison.  He  had  been  shut 
up  in  the  custom-house  in  Liverpool,  and  was  to 
pass  the  night  there,  awaiting  his  transfer  to 
London. 

At  the  moment  of  his  arrest  PasseparCpiit wished 
to  rush  upon  the  detective.  Some  policemen  held 
him  back.  Mrs.  Aouda,  frightened  by  the  brutality 
of  the  act,  and  knowing  nothing  about  it,  could  not 
understand  it.  Passepartout  explained  the  situation 
to  her.  Mr.  Fogg,  this  honest  and  courageous 
gentleman,  to  whom  she  owed  her  life,  was  arrested 
as  a  robber.  The  young  woman  protested  against 
such  an  allegation,  her  heart  rose  with  indignation, 
and  tears  flowed  from  her  eyes  when  she  saw  that 
she  could  not  do  anything  or  attempt  anything  to 
save  her  deliverer. 

As  for  Fix,  he  had  arrested  the  gentleman  because 
his  duty  commanded  him  to,  whether  he  was  guilty 
or  not.  The  courts  would  decide  the  question. 

But  then  a  thought  came  to  Passepartout — the 
terrible  thought  that  he  was  certainly  the  cause  of 


294      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA 78. 

all  this  misfortune !  Indeed,  why  had  he  concealed 
his  adventure  from  Mr.  Fogg  ?  When  Fix  had  re- 
vealed both  his  capacity  as  a  detective  and  the  mission 
with  which  he  was  charged,  why  had  he  decided 
not  to  warn  his  master?  The  latter,  informed, 
would  without  doubt  have  given  Fix  proofs  of  his 
innocence ;  he  would  have  demonstrated  to  him  his 
error  ;  at  any  rate  he  would  not  have  conveyed  at 
his  expense  and  on  his  tracks  this  unfortunate  de- 
tective, whose  first  care  was  to  arrest  him  the  mo- 
ment he  set  foot  on  the  soil  of  the  United  Kingdom. 
Thinking  of  his  faults  and  his  imprudence,  the  poor 
fellow  was  overwhelmed  with  remorse.  He  wept, 
so  that  it  was  painful  to  look  at  him.  He  felt  like 
blowing  his  brains  out. 

Mrs.  Aouda  and  he  remained,  notwithstanding 
the  cold,  under  the  porch  of  the  custom-house. 
Neither  of  them  wished  to  leave  the  place.  They 
wanted  to  see  Mr.  Fogg  once  more. 

As  for  that  gentleman,  he  was  really  ruined,  and 
at  the  very  moment  that  he  was  about  to  reach  his 
end.  This  arrest  would  ruin  him  irrecoverably. 
Having  arrived  at  Liverpool  at  twenty  minutes  be- 
fore twelve,  noon,  on  the  21st  of  December,  he  had 
until  quarter  of  nine  in  the  evening  to  appear  at  the 
Keform  Club — that  is,  nine  hours  and  five  minutes, 
and  he  only  needed  six  to  reach  London.  At  this 
moment  any  one  entering  the  custom-house  would 
have  found  Mr.  Fogg  seated  motionless,  on  a  wooden 
bench,  without  anger,  imperturbable.  He  could  not 
have  been  said  to  be  resigned ;  but  this  blow  had 


TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      396 

not  been  able  to  move  him,  in  appearance  at  least. 
Was  he  fostering  within  himself  one  of  those  secret 
spells  of  anger,  terrible  because  they  are  pent  up, 
and  which  break  out  only  at  the  last  moment  with 
irresistible  force  ?  We  do  not  know.  '  But  Phileas 
Fogg  was  there,  calm,  waiting  for— what  ?  Did  he 
cherish  some  hope  ?  Did  he  still  believe  in  success, 
when  the  door  of  his  prison  was  closed  upon  him  ? 

However  that  may  be,  Mr.  Fogg  carefully  put  his 
watch  on  the  table,  and  watched  the  hands  move. 
Not  a  word  escaped  from  his  lips,  but  his  look  had  a 
singular  fixedness. 

In  any  event  the  situation  was  terrible,  and  for 
any  one  that  could  read  his  thoughts,  they  ran  thus : 

An  honest  man,  Phileas  Fogg  was  ruined. 

A  dishonest  man,  he  was  caught. 

Did  he  think  of  escaping  ?  Did  he  think  of  look- 
ing to  see  whether  there  was  a  practicable  outlet 
from  his  prison?  Did  he  think  of  flying?  We 
would  be  tempted  to  believe  so ;  for  once  he  took 
the  tour  of  the  room.  Eut  the  door  was  securely 
locked  and  the  windows  had  iron  bars.  He  sat 
down  again,  and  took  from  his  pocketbook  the 
diary  of  his  journey.  On  the  line  which  bore  these 
words : 

"  December  21st,  Saturday,  Liverpool,"  he  added : 

"  Eightieth  day,  11 : 40  A.  M.,"  and  he  waited. 

The  custom-house  clock  struck  one.  Mr.  Fogg 
observed  that  his  watch  was  two  hours  fast  by  this 
clock. 

Two  hours?    Admitting  that  he  should  jump 


296      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

aboard  an  express  train  at  this  moment  he  could 
still  arrive  in  London  and  at  the  Keform  Club  be- 
fore quarter  of  nine  in  the  evening.  A  light  frown 
passed  over  his  forehead. 

At  thirty-three  minutes  after  two  o'clock  a  noise 
sounded  outside,  a  bustle  from  the  opening  of  doors. 
The  voice  of  Passepartout  was  heard,  and  also  that 
of  Fix. 

Phileas  Fogg's  look  brightened  up  a  moment. 

The  door  opened,  and  he  saw  Mrs.  Aouda,  Passe- 
partout, and  Fix  rushing  toward  him. 

Fix  was  out  of  breath,  his  hair  all  disordered,  and 
he  could  not  speak. 

"Sir,"  he  stammered,  "sir — pardon — an  unfor- 
tunate resemblance — robber  arrested  three  days  ago 
— you — free ! " 

Phileas  Fogg  was  free !  He  went  to  the  detec- 
tive, looked  him  well  in  the  face,  and,  with  the 
only  rapid  movement  that  he  ever  had  made  or  ever 
would  make  in  his  life,  he  drew  both  his  arms  back, 
and  then,  with  the  precision  of  an  automaton,  he 
struck  the  unfortunate  detective  with  both  his 
fists. 

"Well  hit!"  cried  Passepartout,  who,  allowing 
himself  an  atrocious  flow  of  words  quite  worthy  of 
a  Frenchman,  added : 

"  Zounds !  this  is  what  might  be  called  a  fine  ap- 
plication of  English  fists !" 

Fix,  prostrate,  did  not  utter  a  word.  He  only 
got  what  he  deserved.  But  Mr.  Fogg,  Mrs.  Aouda, 
and  Passepartout  immediately  left  the  custom-house. 


TOUR  OP  TEE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      297 

They  jumped  into  a  carriage,  and  in  a  few  minutes 
arrived  at  the  depot. 

Phileas  Fogg  asked  if  there  was  an  express  train 
ready  to  start  for  London. 

It  was  forty  minutes  past  two.  The  express  left 
thirty-five  minutes  before. 

Phileas  Fogg  then  ordered  a  special  train. 

There  were  several  locomotives  of  great  speed 
with  steam  up ;  but,  owing  to  the  exigencies  of  the 
service,  the  special  train  could  not  leave  the  depot 
before  three  o'clock. 

At  three  o'clock  Phileas  Fogg,  after  saying  a  few 
words  to  the  engineer  about  a  certain  reward  to  be 
won,  moved  on  in  the  direction  of  London  in  the 
company  of  the  young  woman  and  his  faithful 
servant. 

The  distance  which  separates  Liverpool  from 
London  must  be  accomplished  in  five  hours  and  a 
half — a  very  feasible  thing  when  the  road  is  clear 
on  the  whole  route.  But  there  were  compulsory 
delays,  and  when  the  gentleman  arrived  at  the 
depot  all  the  clocks  in  London  were  striking  ten 
minutes  of  nine. 

Phileas  Fogg,  after  having  accomplished  this 
tour  of  the  world,  arrived  five  minutes  behind 
time! 

He  had  lost  his  bet. 


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CHAPTEK  XXXV. 

IN   WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT    DOES     NOT    HAVE     REPEATED 
TO   HIM  TWICE   THE  ORDER   HIS  MASTER   GIVES  HIM. 

THE  next  day  the  residents  of  Saville  Kow  would 
have  been  much  surprised  if  they  had  been  told  that 
Phileas  Fogg  had  returned  to  his  dwelling.  The 
doors  and  windows  were  all  closed.  No  change  had 
taken  place  outside. 

After  leaving  the  depot  Phileas  Fogg  gave  Passe- 
partout an  order  to  buy  some  provisions,  and  he 
had  gone  into  his  house. 

This  gentleman  received  with  his  habitual  im- 
passibility the  blow  which  struck  him.  Ruined ! 
and  by  the  fault  of  that  awkward  detective  !  After 
moving  on  with  steady  step,  during  this  long  trip, 
overturning  a  thousand  obstacles,  braving  a  thou- 
sand dangers,  and  having  still  found  time  to  do  some 
good  on  his  route,  to  fail  by  a  brutal  act,  which  he 
could  not  foresee,  and — against  which  he  was  de- 
fenseless—that was  terrible !  He  had  left  only  an 
insignificant  remnant  of  the  large  sum  which  he  had 
taken  away  with  him  when  he  started  on  his  jour- 
ney. His  fortune  now  only  consisted  of  the  twenty 
thousand  pounds  deposited  at  Baring  Brothers,  and 
those  twenty  thousand  pounds  he  owed  to  his  col- 


TO  US  OF  THE  WOULD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      299 

leagues  of  the  Keform  Club.  Having  incurred  so 
many  expenses,  if  he  had  won  the  bet  he  would  not 
have  been  enriched ;  and  it  is  probable  that  he  had 
not  sought  to  enrich  himself,  being  of  that  class  of 
men  who  bet  for  the  sake  of  honor — but  this  bet 
lost  would  ruin  him  entirely.  The  gentleman's  de- 
cision was  taken.  He  knew  what  remained  for  him 
to  do. 

A  room  in  the  house  in  Saville  Row  was  set  apart 
for  Mrs.  Aouda.  The  young  woman  was  desperate. 
From  certain  words  which  Mr.  Fogg  let  drop,  she 
understood  that  he  contemplated  some  fatal  design. 

It  is  known,  indeed,  to  what  lamentable  extremi- 
ties these  Englishmen  are  carried  sometimes  under 
the  pressure  of  a  fixed  idea.  Thus,  Passepartout, 
without  seeming  to  do  so,  was  closely  watching  his 
master. 

But  first  the  good  fellow  descended  to  his  room 
and  turned  off  the  burner  which  had  been 
burning  eighty  days.  He  found  in  the  letter  box  a 
note  from  the  gas  company,  and  he  thought  that  it 
was  more  than  time  to  stop  the  expenses  for  which 
he  was  responsible. 

The  night  passed.  Mr.  Fogg  had  retired ;  but 
had  he  slept  ?  As  for  Mrs.  Aouda,  she  could  not 
take  a  single  moment's  rest.  Passepartout  had 
watched,  like  a  dog,  at  his  master's  door. 

The  next  morning  Mr.  Fogg  sent  for  him,  and 
ordered  him  very  briefly  to  prepare  Mrs.  Aouda's 
breakfast.  As  for  himself,  he  would  be  satisfied 
with  a  cup  of  tea  and  a  piece  of  toast.  Mrs.  Aouda 


300      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

would  be  kind  enough  to  excuse  him  from  breakfast 
and  dinner,  for  all  his  time  would  be  devoted  to 
arranging  his  affairs.  He  would  not  come  down. 
He  would  only  ask  Mrs.  Aouda's  permission  to 
have  a  few  moments'  conversation  with  her  in  the 
evening. 

Passepartout,  having  been  given  the  programme 
for  the  day,  had  nothing  to  do  but  to  conform  to  it. 
He  looked  at  his  master,  still  so  impassible,  and  he 
could  not  make  up  his  mind  to  quit  his  room.  His 
heart  was  full,  and  his  conscience  weighed  down 
with  remorse,  for  he  accused  himself  more  than  ever 
for  this  irreparable  disaster.  Yes!  if  he  had 
warned  Mr.  Fogg,  if  he  had  disclosed  to  him  the 
plans  of  the  Detective  Fix,  Mr.  Fogg  would  cer- 
tainly not  have  dragged  the  Detective  Fix  with 
him  as  far  as  Liverpool,  and  then- 
Passepartout  could  not  hold  in  any  longer. 

"  My  master !  Monsieur  Fogg !"  he  cried,  M  curse 
me.  It  is  through  no  fault  that " 

"  I  blame  no  one,  "  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  in  the 
calmest  tone.  "  Go." 

Passepartout  left  the  room  and  went  to  find  the 
young  woman,  to  whom  he  made  known  his  mas- 
ter's intentions. 

"  Madam,"  he  added,  "  I  can  do  nothing  by  my- 
self, nothing  at  all.  I  have  no  influence  over  my 
master's  mind.  You,  perhaps " 

"  What  influence  would  I  have,"  replied  Mrs. 
Aouda.  "  Mr.  Fogg  is  subject  to  none.  Has  he 
ever  understood  that  my  gratitude  for  him  was 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAT&      301 

overflowing?  Has  he  ever  read  my  heart?  My 
friend,  you  must  not  leave  him  for  a  single  instant. 
You  say  that  he  has  shown  a  desire  to  speak  to  me 
this  evening  ?" 

"  Yes,  madam.  It  is  no  doubt  with  reference  to 
making  your  position  in  England  comfortable." 

"  Let  us  wait,"  replied  the  young  woman,  who  was 
quite  pensive. 

Thus,  during  this  day,  Sunday,  the  house  in  Sa- 
ville  Row  was  as  if  uninhabited,  and  for  the  first 
time  since  he  lived  there  Phileas  Fogg  did  not  go 
to  his  club  when  the  Parliament  House  clock  struck 
half-past  eleven. 

And  why  should  this  gentleman  have  presented 
himself  at  the  Reform  Club?  His  colleagues  no 
longer  expected  him.  Since  Phileas  Fogg  did  not 
appear  in  the  saloon  of  the  Reform  Club  the  even- 
ing of  the  day  before,  on  that  fatal  date,  Saturday, 
December  21,  at  quarter  before  nine,  his  bet  was 
lost.  It  was  not  even  necessary  that  he  should  go 
to  his  banker's  to  draw  this  sura  of  twenty  thousand 
pounds.  His  opponents  had  in  their  hands  a  check 
signed  by  him,  and  it  only  needed  a  simple  writing 
to  go  to  Baring  Brothers  in  order  that  the  twenty 
thousand  pounds  might  be  carried  to  their  credit. 

Mr.  Fogg  had  then  nothing  to  take  him  out,  and 
he  did  not  go  out.  He  remained  in  his  room  put- 
ting his  affairs  in  order.  Passepartout  was  contin- 
ually going  up  and  downstairs.  The  hours  did  not 
move  for  this  poor  fellow.  He  listened  at  the  door 
of  his  master's  room,  and  in  doing  so  did  not  think 


302      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8- 

he  committed  the  least  indiscretion.  He  looked 
through  the  keyhole,  and  imagined  that  he  had  thia 
right.  Passepartout  feared  every  moment  some 
catastrophe.  Sometimes  he  thought  of  Fix,  but  a 
change  had  taken  place  in  his  mind.  He  no  longer 
blamed  the  detective.  Fix  had  been  deceived,  like 
everybody  else,  with  respect  to  Phileas  Fogg,  and 
in  following  him  and  arresting  him  he  had  only  done 
his  duty,  while  he —  This  thought  overwhelmed 
him,  and  he  considered  himself  the  most  wretched 
of  human  beings. 

When,  finally,  Passepartout  would  be  too  un- 
happy to  be  alone,  he  would  knock  at  Mrs.  Aouda's 
door,  enter  her  room,  and  sit  down  in  a  corner  with- 
out saying  a  word,  and  look  at  the  young  woman 
with  a  pensive  air. 

About  half-past  seven  in  the  evening,  Mr.  Fogg 
sent  to  ask  Mrs.  Aouda  if  she  could  receive  him,  and 
in  a  few  moments  after  the  young  woman  and  he 
were  alone  in  the  room. 

Phileas  Fogg  took  a  chair  and  sat  down  near  the 
fireplace  opposite  Mrs.  Aouda.  His  face  reflected 
no  emotion.  Fogg  returned  was  exactly  the  Fogg 
who  had  gone  away.  The  same  calmness,  the  same 
impassibility. 

He  remained  without  speaking  for  five  minutes. 
Then,  raising  his  eyes  to  Mrs.  Aouda,  he  said : 

"  Madam,  you  will  pardon  me  for  having  brought 
you  to  England  ?" 

"  I,  Mr.  Fogg !"  replied  Mrs.  Aouda,  suppressing 
the  throbbings  of  her  heart. 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      303 

"  Be  kind  enough  to  allow  me  to  finish,"  contin- 
ued Mr.  Fogg.  "  When  I  thought  of  taking  you  so 
far  away  from  that  country,  become  so  dangerous 
for  you,  I  was  rich,  and  I  counted  on  placing  a  por- 
tion of  my  fortune  at  your  disposal.  Your  life 
would  have  been  happy  and  free.  Now,  I  am 
ruined." 

"  I  know  it,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  the  young  woman, 
"  and  I  in  turn  will  ask  you :  Will  you  pardon  me 
for  having  followed  you,  and — who  knows — for 
having  perhaps  assisted  in  your  ruin  by  delaying 
you?" 

"Madam,  you  could  not  remain  in  India,  and 
your  safety  was  only  assured  by  removing  you  so 
far  that  those  fanatics  could  not  retake  you." 

"  So,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  Mrs.  Aouda,  "  not  satis- 
fied with  rescuing  me  from  a  horrible  death,  you 
believed  you  were  obliged  to  assure  my  position 
abroad  ?" 

"  Yes,  madam,"  replied  Fogg,  "  but  events  have 
turned  against  me.  However,  I  ask  your  permis- 
sion to  dispose  of  the  little  I  have  left  in  your 
favor." 

"  But  you,  Mr.  Fogg,  what  will  become  of  you?" 
asked  Mrs.  Aouda. 

"I,  madam,"  replied  the  gentleman  coldly,  "I 
do  not  need  anything." 

"  But  how,  sir,  do  you  look  upon  the  fate  that 
awaits  you  ?" 

"  As  I  ought  to  look  at  it,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  In  any  event,"  continued  Mrs.  Aouda,  "  want 


304      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS. 

could  not  reach  such  a  man  as  you.  Your 
friends " 

"  I  have  no  friends,  madam." 

"Your  relatives " 

"I  have  no  relatives  now." 

"  I  pity  you  then,  Mr.  Fogg,  for  solitude  is  a  sad 
thing.  What !  have  you  not  one  heart  into  which 
to  pour  your  troubles  ?  They  say,  however,  that 
with  two  misery  itself  is  bearable." 

"  They  say  so,  madam." 

"  Mr.  Fogg,"  then  said  Mrs.  Aouda,  rising  and 
holding  out  her  hand  to  the  gentleman,  "  do  you  wish 
at  once  a  relative  and  a  friend  ?  Will  you  have  me 
for  your  wife  ?" 

Mr.  Fogg,  at  this,  rose  in  his  turn.  There  seemed 
to  be  an  unusual  reflection  in  his  eyes,  a  trembling 
of  his  lips.  Mrs.  Aouda  looked  at  him.  The  sin- 
cerity, rectitude,  firmness,  and  sweetness  of  this  soft 
look  of  a  noble  woman,  who  dared  everything  to 
save  him  to  whom  she  owed  everything,  first  aston- 
ished him,  then  penetrated  him.  He  closed  his 
eyes  for  an  instant,  as  if  to  prevent  this  look  from 
penetrating  deeper.  When  he  opened  them  again, 
he  simply  said : 

"  I  love  you.  Yes,  in  truth,  by  everything  most 
sacred  in  the  world,  I  love  you,  and  I  am  entirely 
yours !" 

"Ah!"  cried  Aouda,  pressing  his  hand  to  her 
heart. 

He  rang  for  Passepartout.  He  came  immediately. 
Mr.  Fogg  was  still  holding  Mrs.  Aouda's  hand  in 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EiaHTY  DA  TS.      305 

his.  Passepartout  understood,  and  his  broad  face 
shone  like  the  sun  in  the  zenith  of  tropical  regions. 

Mr.  Fogg  asked  him  if  he  would  be  too  late  to 
notify  the  Rev.  Samuel  Wilson,  of  Mary-le-Bone 
Parish. 

Passepartout  gave  his  most  genial  smile. 

"  Never  too  late,"  he  said. 

It  was  then  five  minutes  after  eight. 

"  It  will  be  for  to-morrow,  Monday,"  he  said. 

"  For  to-morrow,  Monday  ?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg, 
looking  at  the  young  woman. 

"  For  to-morrow,  Monday !"  replied  Mrs.  Aouda. 

Passepartout  went  out,  running  as  hard  as  he 
eould. 


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CHAPTER  XXXVI. 

IN  WHICH   "PHILEAS    FOGG "   IS   AGAIN    AT  A   PREMIUM 
IN    THE    MARKET. 

0T  is  time  to  tell  here  what  a  change  of  opinion 
was  produced  in  the  United  Kingdom  when  they 
learned  of  the  arrest  of  the  true  robber  of  the  bank, 
a  certain  James  Strand,  which  took  place  in  Edin- 
burgh on  the  17th  of  December. 

Three  days  before,  Phileas  Fogg  was  a  criminal 
whom  the  police  were  pursuing  to  the  utmost, 
and  now  he  was  the  most  honest  gentleman,  accom- 
plishing mathematically  his  eccentric  tour  around 
the  world.  1 

What  an  effect,  what  an  excitement  in  the  papers ! 
All  the  betters  for  or  against,  who  had  already  for- 
gotten this  affair,  revived  as  if  by  magic.  All  the 
transactions  became  of  value.  All  the  engagements 
were  renewed,  and  it  must  be  said  that  betting  was 
resumed  with  new  energy.  The  name  of  Phileas 
Fogg  was  again  at  a  premium  on  the  market. 

The  five  colleagues  of  the  gentleman,  at  the  Re- 
form Club,  passed  these  three  days  in  some  uneasi- 
ness. Would  this  Phileas  Fogg,  whom  they  had 
forgotten,  reappear  before  their  eyes  ?  Where  was 
he  at  this  moment  ? )  On  the  17th  of  December — the 


TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DATS.      307 

day  that  James  Strand  was  arrested — it  was  seventy- 
six  days  since  Phileas  Fogg  started,  and  no  news 
from  him  !  Was  he  dead  ?  Had  he  given  up  the 
effort,  or  was  he  continuing  his  course  as  agreed 
upon  ?  And  would  he  appear  on  Saturday,  the  21st 
of  December,  at  a  quarter  before  nine  in  the  even- 
ing, the  very  impersonation  of  exactness,  on  the 
threshold  of  the  saloon  of  the  Reform  Club  ? 

We  must  give  up  the  effort  to  depict  the  anxiety 
in  which  for  three  days  all  of  London  society  lived. 
( They  sent  dispatches  to  America,  to  Asia,  to  get  news 
of  Phileas  Fogg.  They  sent  morning  and  evening  to 
watch  the  house  in  Saville  Row.  Nothing  there. 
The  police  themselves  did  not  know  what  had 
become  of  the  Detective  Fix,lwho  had  so  unfortu- 
nately thrown  himself  on  a  false  scent.  This  did 
not  prevent  bets  from  being  entered  into  anew  on  a 
larger  scale.  Phileas  Fogg,  like  a  race-horse,  was 
coming  to  the  last  turn.  He  was  quoted  no  longer 
at  one  hundred,  but  at  twenty,  ten,  five;  and 
the  old  paralytic  Lord  Albemarle  bet  even  in  his 
favor. 

(So  that  on  Saturday  evening  there  was  a  crowd 
in  Pall  Mall  and  in  the  neighboring  streets.  It 
might  have  been  supposed  that  there  was  an  immense 
crowd  of  brokers  permanently  established  around 
the  Reform  Club.  Circulation  was  impeded.  They 
discussed,  disputed,  and  cried  the  prices  of  "  Phileas 
Fogg"  like  they  did  those  of  English  Consols.  The 
policemen  had  much  difficulty  in  keeping  the  crowd 
back,  and  in  proportion  as  the  hour  approached  at 


308      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA T8. 

which  Phileas  Fogg  ought  to  arrive,  the  excitement 
took  incredible  proportions. 

This  evening  the  five  colleagues  of  the  gentleman 
were  assembled  in  the  grand  saloon  of  the  Reform 
Club.  J  The  two  bankers,£Tohn  Sullivan  and  Samuel 
Fallentin,  Jthe  engineer  (Andrew  Stuart,  Gauthier 
Ralph,  )the  directors  of  the  Bank  of  England,  and 
the  brewer,  Thomas  Flanagan,  all  waited  with 
anxiety.} 

At  the  moment  that  the  clock  in  the  grand  saloon 
indicated  twenty-five  minutes  past  eight,  Andrew 
Stuart,  rising,  said : 

"  Gentlemen,  in  twenty  minutes  the  time  agreed 
upon  between  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg  and  ourselves  will 
have  expired." 

£"At  what  hour  did  the  last  train  arrive  from 
Liverpool  ?"  asked  Thomas  Flanagan. 

"  At  twenty-three  minutes  after  seven,"  replied 
Gauthier  Ralph,  "  and  the  next  train  does  not  arrive 
until  ten  minutes  after  twelve,  midnight." 

"Well,  gentlemen,"  continued  Andrew  Stuart, 
"  if  Phileas  Fogg  had  arrived  in  the  train  at  twenty- 
three  minutes  after  seven,  he  would  already  be 
here.  We  can  then  consider  we  have  won  the  bet." 

"  Let  us  wait  before  deciding,"  replied  Samuel 
Fallentin.  "You  know  that  our  colleague  is  an 
oddity  of  the  first  order.  His  exactness  in  every- 
thing is  well  known.  He  never  arrives  too  late  or 
too  soonj  and  he  will  appear  at  the  very  last  min- 
ute, or  I  shall  be  very  much  surprised." 

"And  I,"  said    Andrew    Stuart,   who  was,  as 


TOUR  OF  TEE  WORLD  IN  MQHTY  DA  Y8.      309 

always,  very  nervous,  "  would  not  believe  it  was  he 
if  I  saw  him." 

"  In  fact,"  replied  Thomas  Flanagan,  "  Phileas 
Fogg's  project  was  a  senseless  one.  However  exact 
he  might  be,  he  could  not  prevent  the  occurrence  of  in- 
evitable delays,  and  a  delay  of  but  two  or  three 
days  would  be  sufficient  to  compromise  the  tour." 

"  You  will  notice  besides,"  added  John  Sullivan, 
"  that  we  have  received  no  news  from  our  colleague, 
and  yet  telegraph  lines  were  not  wanting  upon  his 
route." 

f  "  Gentlemen,  he  has  lost,"  replied  Andrew  Stuart, 
"  he  has  lost  a  hundred  times !  You  know,  besides, 
that  the  China — the  only  steamer  from  New  York 
that  he  could  take  for  Liverpool  to  be  of  any  use  to 
him — arrived  yesterday.  Now,  here  is  the  list  of 
passengersApublished  by  the  Shipping  Gazette^  %&& 
the  name  'of  Phileas  Fogg  is  not  among  them. 
Admitting  the  most  favorable  chances,  our  colleague 
has  scarcely  reached  America  lj  I  calculate  twenty 
days,  at  least,  as  the  time  that  he  will  be  behind, 
and  old  Lord  Albemarle  will  be  minus  his  five  thou- 
sand pounds !" 

([  It  is  evident,"  replied  Gauthier  Kalph,  "  and  to- 
morrow we  have  only  to  present  to  Baring  Brothers 
Mr.  Fogg's  check." 

At  this  moment  the  clock  in  the  saloon  struck 
forty  minutes  after  eight. 

"  Five  minutes  yet,"  said  Andrew  Stuart. 

The  five  colleagues  looked  at  each  other.  It  may 
be  believed  that  their  hearts  beat  a  little  more 


310      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS. 

rapidly,  for,  even  for  good  players,  it  was  a  great 
risk.  But  they  did  not  betray  themselves,  for  at 
Samuel  Fallentin's  suggestion  they  seated  them- 
selves at  a  card-table. 

"  I  would  not  give  my  part  of  four  thousand 
pounds  in  the  bet,"  said  Andrew  Stuart,  seating 
himself,  "  even  if  I  was  offered  three  thousand  nine 
hundred  and  ninety-nine !" 

^At  this  moment  the  hands  noted  forty-two  minutes 
after  eight. 

The  players  took  up  their  cards,  bu^t  their  eyes 
were  constantly  fixed  upon  the  clockj  It  may  be 
asserted  that  notwithstanding  their  security,  the 
minutes  had  never  seemed  so  long  to  them ! 
£"  Forty-three  minutes  after  eight,"  said  Thomas 
Flanagan,  cutting  the  cards  which  Gauthier  Ealph 
presented  to  him. 

Then  there  was  a  moment's  silence.  The  immense 
saloon  of  the  club  was  quiet.  But  outside  they 
heard  the  hubbub  of  the  crowd,  above  which  were 
sometimes  heard  loud  cries.  The  pendulum  of  the 
clock  was  beating  the  seconds  with  mathematical 
regularity,  and  every  player  could  count  them  as 
they  struck  his  ear. 

"  Forty-four  minutes  after  eight,"  said  John 
Sullivan,  in  a  voice  in  which  was  heard  an  involun- 
tary emotion. 

One  more  minute  and  the  bet  would  be  won. 
Andrew  Stuart  and  his  colleagues  played  no  longer. 
They  had  abandoned  their  cards !  They  were 
counting  the  seconds ! 


TO  UR  OF  TEX  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  78.      JH 

At  the  fortieth  second,  nothing.  At  the  fiftieth 
second  still  nothing ! 

At  the  fifty -fifth  there  was  a  roaring  like  that  of 
thunder  outside,  shouts,  hurrahs,  and  even  curses 
kept  up  in  one  prolonged  roll. 

The  players  rose. 

At  the  fifty-seventh  second  the  door  of  the  saloon 
opened,  and  the  pendulum  had  not  beat  the  sixtieth 
second,  when  Phileas  Fogg  appeared,  followed  by  an 
excited  crowd,  who  had  forced  an  entrance  into  the 
club,  and  in  his  calm  voice,  he  said : 

"  Gentlemen,  here  I  am  P 


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CHAPTEE  XXXYIL 

IN  WHICH  IT  18  PEOVED  THAT  PHILEA8  FOGG  HAS 
GAINED  NOTHING  BY  MAKING  THIS  TOUR  OF  THE 
WORLD,  UNLESS  IT  BE  HAPPINESS. 

YES  !  Phileas  Fogg  in  person. 

It  will  be  remembered  that  at  five  minutes  after 
eight  in  the  evening,  about  twenty-five  hours  after 
the  arrival  of  the  travelers  in  London,  Passepartout 
was  charged  by  his  master  to  inform  the  Rev.  Sam- 
uel Wilson  in  reference  to  a  certain  marriage  which 
was  to  take  place  the  next  day. 

Passepartout  went,  delighted.  He  repaired  with 
rapid  steps  to  the  residence  of  the  Eev.  Samuel 
Wilson,  who  had  not  come  home.  Of  course  Pas- 
separtout waited,  but  he  waited  full  twenty  minutes 
at  least. 

In  short,  it  was  thirty-five  minutes  past  eight 
when  he  left  the  clergyman's  house.  But  in  what 
a  condition !  His  hair  was  disordered,  hatlesss  run- 
ning, running  as  has  never  been  seen  in  the 
memory  of  man,  upsetting  passers-by,  rushing  along 
the  sidewalks  like  a  water-spout. 

In  three  minutes  he  had  returned  to  the  house  in 
Saville  Row,  and  fell,  out  of  breath,  in  Mr.  Fogg's 
room. 


TO  UR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  Y8.      313 

He  could  not  speak. 

"What  is  the  matter?"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Master  " — stammered  Passepartout — "  marriage 
— impossible !" 

"Impossible?" 

"  Impossible — to-morrow." 

"Why?" 

"  Because  to-morrow  is — Sunday  I" 

"  Monday,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No— to-day— Saturday." 

"  Saturday  ?    Impossible  !" 

"  Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes !"  cried  Passepartout.  "  You 
have  made  a  mistake  of  one  day.  We  arrived 
twenty-four  hours  in  advance — but  there  are  not 
ten  minutes  left !" 

Passepartout  seized  his  master  by  the  collar,  and 
dragged  him  along  with  irresistible  force  ! 

Phileas  Fogg,  thus  taken,  without  having  time  to 
reflect,  left  his  room,  went  out  of  his  house,  jumped 
into  a  cab,  promised  one  hundred  pounds  to  the 
driver,  and,  after  running  over  two  dogs  and  run- 
ning into  five  carriages,  arrived  at  the  Eeform 
Club. 

The  clock  indicated  quarter  of  nine  when  he  ap- 
peared in  the  grand  saloon. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  accomplished  this  tour  of  the 
world  in  eighty  days  ! 

Phileas  Fogg  had  won  his  bet  of  twenty  thousand 
pounds ! 

And  now,  how  could  so  exact  and  cautious  a  man 
have  made  this  mistake  of  a  day?  How  did  he 


I4  Vol.    2 


314      TOUR  OF  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DA  T8. 

think  that  it  was  the  evening  of  Saturday,  Decem- 
ber 21,  when  it  was  only  Friday,  December  20,  only 
seventy-nine  days  after  his  departure  ? 

This  is  the  reason  for  this  mistake.  It  is  very 
simple. 

Phileas  Fogg  had,  without  suspecting  it,  gained  a 
day  on  his  journey — only  because  he  had  made  the 
tour  of  the  world  going  to  the  east,  and  on  the  con- 
trary he  would  have  lost  a  day  going  in  the  contrary 
direction,  that  is,  toward  the  west.} 

Indeed,  journeying  toward  the  east,  Phileas  Fogg 
was  going  toward  the  sun,  and  consequently  the  days 
became  as  many  times  four  minutes  less  for  him  as 
he  crossed  degrees  in  that  direction.  Now  there 
are  three  hundred  and  sixty  degrees  to  the  earth's 
circumference,  and  these  three  hundred  and 
sixty  degrees,  multiplied  by  four  minutes,  give  pre- 
cisely twenty-four  hours- -that  is  to  say  the  day  un- 
consicously  gained.  In  other  words,  while  Phileas 
Fogg,  traveling  toward  tlie  east,  saw  the  sun  pass 
the  meridian  eighty  times,  his  colleagues,  remaining 
in  London,  saw  it  pass  only  seventy-nine  times. 
Therefore  this  very  day,  which  was  Saturday,  and 
not  Sunday,  as  Mr.  Fogg  thought,  his  friends 
were  waiting  for  him  in  the  saloon  of  the  Keform 
Club. 

CAnd  Passepartout's  famous  watch,  which    had 
ways  kept  London  time,  would  have  shown  this, 
if  it  had  indicated  the  days,  as  well  as  the  minutes 
and  hours ! 

Phileas  Fogg  then  had  won  the  twenty  thousand 


GENTLEMEN,  HERE   I  AM!" 

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pounds.  But  as  he  had  spent  in  his  journey  about 
nineteen  thousand,  the  pecuniary  result  was  small. 
However,  as  has  been  said,  the  eccentric  gentleman 
had  sought  in  his  bet  to  gain  the  victory,  and  not 
to  make  money.  And  even  the  thousand  pounds 
remaining  he  divided  between  Passepartout  and  the 
unfortunate  Fix,  against  whom  he  could  not  cherish 
a  grudge.  Only  for  the  sake  of  exactness,  he  re- 
tained from  his  servant  the  cost  of  the  gas  burned 
through  his  fault  for  nineteen  hundred  and  twenty 
hours. 

This  very  evening  Mr.  Fogg,  as  impassible  and 
as  phlegmatic  as  ever,  said  to  Mrs.  Aouda : 

"  This  marriage  is  still  agreeable  to  you  ?" 

"  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  Mrs.  Aouda,  "  it  is  for  me  to 
ask  you  that  question.  You  were  ruined  ;  now  you 
are  rich " 

"  Pardon  me,  madam ;  my  fortune  belongs  to 
you.  If  you  had  not  thought  of  the  marriage,  my 
servant  would  not  have  gone  to  the  house  of  the 
Kev.  Samuel  Wilson.  I  would  not  have  been  apprised 
of  my  mistake,  and " 

"  Dear  Mr.  Fogg — "  said  the  young  woman. 

",JDear  Aouda,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

^It  is  readily  understood  that  the  marriage  took 
place  forty-eight  hours  later,  and  Passepartout, 
superb,  resplendent,  dazzling,  was  present  as  the 
young  woman's  witness.  Had  he  not  saved  her,  and 
did  they  not  owe  him  that  honor  ?/ 

At  daylight  the  next  morning,  Passepartout 
knocked  noisily  at  his  master's  door. 


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The  door  opened,  and  the  impassible  gentleman 
appeared. 

"  What  is  the  matter,  Passepartout  f ' 

"  What's  the  matter,  sir !  I  have  just  found  out 
this  moment " 

"What?" 

"  That  we  could  make  the  tour  of  the  world  in 
seventy-eight  days." 

"  Doubtless,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  "  by  not  crossing 
India.  But  if  I  had  not  crossed  India,  I  would  not 
have  saved  Mrs.  Aouda,  she  would  not  be  my  wife, 
and " 

And  Mr.  Fogg  quietly  shut  the  door. 
(Thus  Phileas  Fogg  won  his  betj  In  eighty  days 
he  had  accomplished  the  tour  around  the  world  I  To 
do  this  he  had  employed  every  means  of  conveyance, 
steamers,  railways,  carriages,  yachts,  merchant 
vessels,  sledges,  elephants.  The  eccentric  gentle- 
man had  displayed  in  this  affair  his  wonderful 
Qualities  of  coolness  and  exactness, 
^But  what  then  fy  What  had  he  gained  by  leaving 
home  ?  (What  had  he  brought  back  from  his 
journey  ?) 

Nothing,  do  you  say  ?  Nothing,  perhaps,  but  a 
charming  woman  j/who — improbable  as  it  may  ap- 
pear-^made  him  the  happiest  of  men/! 

Truly,  would  you  not,  for  less  than  that,  make  the 
tour  of  the  world  ? 

THE  END. 


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